Page 48 of No Control
I can smell hints of scotch on his breath, but his cologne is much more potent, the mix of the two intoxicating. “You do.”
“You’re so honest,” he breathes out, one of his hands lifting from the counter to brush my hair behind my ear. His fingers are like fire on my skin, and the room feels devoid of oxygen as they pull away.
“I should…I should probably...” The words escape me as he cocks a brow. I can barely breathe as Henry leans in, his hot breath tickling my ear in a way that runs all the way to my core.
“You should probably stay right here,” he growls in a low tone.
A part of me wants to duck and dodge and slip away from him. But the primal, risky woman in me wants to see how far he’ll go. And after everything I’ve been through in the last few days…
I turn my head, brushing my nose against his, our gaze locking. His irises are stormy again, and I challenge him with everything I can muster. Forget professionalism.
“There’s no going back from this.” His words sound distant as he leans in, brushing his mouth against mine.
I hesitate, squeezing my eyes shut. I haven’t kissed someone new in six years, and the thought sends a wave of nerves through my body. But then I feel the burn of his touch, his fingers threading through my hair. Henry’s lips press against mine, urging, beckoning…
And I let him in.
A deep, unfamiliar groan comes from his throat as he pins me against the island. His teeth latch onto my bottom lip and tug, and I whimper from the pain. It’s fleeting, however, replaced instantly with a surge of primal arousal as I taste the copper filling my mouth. The blood mixes with our tongues, and he grips me tighter, devouring my mouth.
My senses slip as I become desperate for air. I press against his hand, trying to pull myself away. But he keeps me restrained, draining the oxygen from me. My hands fly up in defense, pressing against his chest.
And he finally breaks our kiss.
I suck in as deeply as I can, my head light. His lips stay parted, eyes dilated as his thumb swipes just below my lip.
“You’re so fucking beautiful with blood on your face.”
I blink a couple of times, my gaze dropping to his thumb, smeared with red. I reach up to my face, running my fingers across my lips, but when I pull it away, there’s nothing there.
“I got it all.” His voice is husky as his eyes drop to his thumb.
And then he sticks it in his mouth.
My eyes widen as I take in his tongue removing my blood from his skin, and the way it turns me on is…so wrong.
Henry chuckles darkly at me. “You have no idea what you just did. You’re mine now, Lydia.”
My brows shoot up. Over a kiss? What was it, a blood oath? I’m at a loss for words as a chill runs down my spine.
“You let me in,” he continues, his fingers trailing across my jaw. They work their way down, before wrapping around my throat lightly. His eyes drop to his grip and then back to my gaze, his irises stormy. “You’ll never get me out.”
I swallow hard. I believe him, but as much as his words sound like a threat, I want more—I want to know what being with someone as intense as Henry feels like. And as if he can sense it, a smirk flashes across his face…
Then he’s on me again.
In a whir, my body lifts from the ground, and my ass crashes against the granite counter. His fingers rip the waist of my shorts free, and the force of his tug drops me to my back. Pain sears down my spine from the impact, but all I can feel is him. Henry slips everything from my lower half off, dropping it to the floor. I cry out as he drags me across the cool surface, wrapping his arms around my upper thighs.
A strange, new sensation of excitement thrums through my body, and I tense with anticipation. Maybe I should fight him, but I find myself wanting him more than ever. It feels like jumping out of plane, a rush of adrenaline pulsing through me and pooling...right between my legs.
“I don’t do things softly,” he says huskily as I tip my head up to peer up at him, situated between my legs. I expect him to undo his jeans. But instead, he lowers, his mouth inches from my pussy. I brace, my legs trembling as Henry kisses my inner thigh, sucking the skin into his mouth.
I squirm as pain shoots down my leg, but as soon as it becomes unbearable, he releases, his tongue circling the sore spot. I breathe out in relief, but he’s unphased by my reaction, his tongue connecting with my pussy.
“Ooh,” I pant, as he tastes me, his dark growl vibrating against me.
“You’re so sweet, aren’t you, Lydia? I hate to break you.” He sucks my clit into his mouth, and my back arches as the sensation grows sharp.
I want to scream for him to stop, but the only sound that leaves my mouth is a loud, raw moan as the pain shifts to arousal. It serves to only fuel him more, his grip on my legs growing tighter. My circulation has to be cut off, but my head is hazy as my hips start to move against him.
