The elevator began to go up as he sat me on the railing that lined the back. His dark power wrapped around me in a black, oily texture, like silk against my skin. The entire experience was a bit trippy, considering I was drunk.
“And I love you,” he mumbled, his lips skimming my forehead.
My breath caught at his words. Had I heard that right? Did he mean that? I pulled back slightly as he continued to run his nose against my skin as if scenting me.
Did he realize he had said that out loud? I didn’t know what to say. I had said ‘love you’ to Zain and Razar before… but Blackwell? I gripped his shoulders, wanting to know if he had, in fact, said those words.
“Blackwell?” I murmured.
“Yeah?” He looked up curiously, making me wonder if I had imagined it. Maybe I was drunk enough that I’d misheard him. It was possible I was imagining it. There was no way he had just said that.
“Did you just say—”
Before I could finish the question, my thoughts were interrupted by Blackwell’s lips against mine in a surprisingly soft kiss. My breathing hitched as I instinctively wrapped my legs tighter around him, loving the taste of whiskey on his lips, as he deepened the experimental brush of our lips. He let out a low groan after a moment, his chest rumbling and making my body heat on command. I rocked against him, his very hard cock pressed between us, as my skin began to heat like it was being set on fire. I whimpered in frustration as he pulled back, making me want to tackle him onto the elevator floor.
“I can’t. I cannot,” he mumbled to himself, putting his forehead against my collarbone despite his tightening grip on me.
I groaned. “Stop! Stop saying that. Just trust me, Blackwell. Nothing is going to happen.” I had absolutely no proof of that, but it was instinctual. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me like I knew my middle name… actually, that was a horrible example. I didn’t have a middle name. I nearly giggled at that, but the searing look he offered me when he looked up had my face turning pink.
“If I continue to kiss you, love, everything is going to fucking happen,” he hissed. His playful attitude was gone, replaced by something far more feral and almost desperate. I craved that side of him.
“I want everything,” I assured him.
I could feel how close he was to breaking. He let out a low, pained noise as I tightened my legs around him, his massive body cornering mine and making me feel delicate. Like he could just take me and do whatever the hell he wanted… The concept was extremely appealing.
What? As if someone could blame me for wanting to be manhandled by sexy monsters! Well, ‘monster-handled’ I suppose would be the right term…
I felt my heart sink as the elevator doors opened and he stepped back, placing me down gently, clearly attempting to distance himself.
That was right about when I hit my bullshit limit.
I threw up my hands and stalked past him towards my room. “That’s it! I give up. I fucking give up. A woman can only take so much goddamn rejection before she starts to take it personally. I am done throwing myself at you guys. You don’t want me? Fine. I will find someone—”
“Arabella,” Blackwell warned, his growl making me shoot him a scowl as I hurried towards my room, wanting to lock him out. Something my drunk mind thought would prove a point. I nearly fell backwards, a completely undignified yelp coming from my mouth as he appeared in front of me, his eyes flashing with something very dark. And somewhat sober. Man, wish I had those abilities…
“Blackwell!” I growled as he scooped me up and over his shoulder, the space twisting as I heard him mess with my bedroom door before we entered into the familiar space, despite me viewing it from upside down. I wiggled against him, wanting to be upright.
“Put me down,” I demanded.
“You’re being a brat.” His hand tightened on my thigh.
“Screw you.” I tried to push off of him as we neared my bed.
A moan broke from my throat as his hand suddenly came across my ass in a hard slap that jolted my entire body in surprise. The slight sting of pain caused me to grow far more wet than I expected, heat surging through me like wildfire as my breathing turned into near pants.
Holy hell. He needed to fix this, and I knew he could.
“Fuck, I can tell you’re soaked,” he growled, flipping me down onto the bed before crawling over me. Instantly, my fingers were around the back of his neck, tugging on his silky hair, trying to tug his lips closer. He didn’t give me a chance to do so before he gripped my wrists and pulled them above me, looking over my frame that was laid out beneath him.
I hadn’t realized just how dangerous my attraction to Blackwell could be until this moment. I was pretty damn sure he could convince me to do or try anything… anything.
“Did you like that, little love?” he purred. “I’m trying to keep you safe, and instead you are rubbing this little pussy against me, trying to get fucked.”
I had no idea what I had done to deserve this amazing, dirty-talking man, but I absolutely was going to thank all the gods after this. Holy shit.
“Yes,” I whimpered. He suddenly flipped me over and his hand came across my ass again, causing me to push back against him rather than away. I wanted to be mad at him, but instead my legs slid apart eagerly, wanting him between them.
“Fuck,” he groaned, pressing a large hand to my back while using his other to pull back my hips so that I was fully exposed to him. I moaned as he rocked against me, the massive outline of his cock pressed right against my covered center, where I was so wet I was probably soaking my yoga pants.
“I want to taste you so fucking bad.” His voice was almost edged in frustration and pain that was damn near close to desperation.
“Please, Blackwell. I want to feel you, any part of you,” I begged. I wasn’t picky at this point, but I needed something.
His fingers were suddenly on my hips as he tugged down the band of my yoga pants, exposing my ass and wet pussy to his gaze, considering I hadn’t worn any panties… A low growl broke from his chest as I felt magic surround me that I had always known existed but had never been completely subjected to. Everything felt hot and needy as my nails dug into the bed, needing his touch on my exposed body.
My eyes nearly rolled backwards as I felt him break, his mouth meeting my center. Everything tightened, my skin breaking into shivers. The rumble that came from his throat vibrated my body as his hands tightened on my hips, his flesh so hot that it almost felt searing. I cried out as he began to devour me, my hips locked into place by his firm grip, which only made me arch back into him further.
I don’t think the man would let me go at this point, even if I tried. I loved that.
A tremble took over as I felt him suck on my clit before sliding his tongue between my folds, pressing inside of me as the back of my neck broke out into a hot flush. Holy hell. A cry stole from my lips as he continued to explore every part of me, his mouth demanding and bringing me to the brink of climax several times but never actually letting it happen.
Frustration and need welled inside of me as I clawed at the bed underneath me, my whimpers and begging probably sounding ridiculous, but I needed to come more than I ever had in my entire life. His mouth was a goddamn experience, and I felt like I was going into heat.
I had never had anyone go down on me before, and everything he did was lighting up every nerve ending, making me wonder if this was normal. The control he had over my body was almost unnatural. I nearly shot off the bed, moaning his name, as his teeth skimmed my clit. My movement earned a slap across the ass, stinging and causing me to grow only more wet at the notion of him not treating me like glass.