The Darkest Chase Read Online Nicole Snow

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Then I feel the roughness of his work-weathered fingers, teasing my flesh until I’m tender.

Until I’m breathing in whimpers.

Until I’m clutching his hair each time his tongue thrusts deep in matching rhythm to the sway of his hips.

Until my entire mind sears to ash while my body ignites with wanting.

I want him.

I don’t need experience to know that, to crave our bodies crashing together in a demonic rhythm until I’m a wrecked mess.

I want to feel him thrust.

And when he pinches my nipple between his forefinger and thumb, a sensation so raw arcs through me that it’s like he’s given me exactly what I’m craving.

I jerk up until my back arches, rubbing against him, grinding my hips against his, raking my nails over his uniform shirt.

I’m so desperate.

Quivering.

“Micah,” I gasp against his lips. “Don’t treat me like I’m fragile…”

“Hush.” The word itself a kiss, even as he gives my nipple an electrifying tug. I dig my knees into his sides. “I’m not treating you like glass, Talia. I’m treating you like you’re one of a kind.”

Oh.

Oh, wow.

Butterflies swirl as I open my eyes, looking up at him—and a wicked smile bares those teeth that make me go wild.

It’s the only warning before he dips down.

Then it’s not his hands on my breasts, it’s his lips, kissing and turning those teeth loose.

He makes my skin sting with shocks of pleasure, even as his hands stray lower.

Lower.

And there’s a harsh uncertainty as he unzips my jeans before I make myself relax as much as I can when he’s teasing and tormenting me with every bite and every play of his fingers over my belly.

Lower still.

I forget how to breathe as he slides those long, strong fingers inside my panties—just as he closes his mouth around my nipple, between his teeth, and sucks hard.

No words.

I don’t have words for how it lances deep like a sword thrust, cutting me in places never touched before.

A single finger roams outside my drenched, tingling pussy lips before he finds my clit.

It’s like being bathed in raw pleasure.

This raw, erotic hellfire erupts from that finger toying with my clit.

I’m—oh God, oh fuck, I’m tossing and jerking under him and I don’t know how to do anything else.

I just know I’m shaking as I strain toward him, fighting not to flinch away.

It’s too much—too much—but it’s also everything and I want more, more, more—

“Micah!”

I’ve stopped clenching my thighs.

They’re flung open now, wanting and shameless.

I’m ready to scream.

His tongue laves over my nipple, his roughness tormenting me, making my flesh draw tighter and tighter.

He works my clit in circles every time he sucks, and the rhythm takes me over.

My entire body becomes one hot throb of madness.

Then he slips two fingers inside me, his thumb still flicking and teasing my clit while those long, white, searching fingers turn me inside out.

I’m gone.

Hot, storming, as quick as a whiplash and as powerful as a hurricane.

It hits me so hard it pins me to the bed with the weight of pure feeling.

Oh, my pleasure has teeth, taking and taking and taking but giving back ecstasy.

I’d give anything to hold on to it forever.

I almost don’t even realize I’ve come until it’s over, leaving me dazed, gasping.

I open my eyes, staring hazily at Micah with my blood running slow as molasses.

He watches me intently, his fingers slowly sliding out of my aching flesh.

My eyes go wide.

“Oh!” I manage to pry one clenched hand free from his shoulder to cover my mouth. “I didn’t… I didn’t mean to—”

“I wanted you to.” Micah’s smile is almost dangerous as he leans down, brushing his lips over mine. “It’ll feel that much better when you come for me again.”

Holy hell.

That kiss melts me into the bed, sighing.

My eyes close as his lips trace mine, before opening again as he pulls away.

“How do you know my own body better than me?”

“Experience,” he answers, and that dangerous smile widens into wicked teeth. “Enough questions. I don’t want to get kicked out before I have the chance to taste you.”

Taste me?

Every question about how many people he’s been with before, his past relationships, what those women were like fall away as I realize what he means.

I just watch, stunned as he lifts his glistening fingers to his lips and licks them clean, running his tongue over each digit with such shameless hunger I freeze.

But I’m wrong.

I still don’t truly understand.

Not until he’s licked his fingers clean, holding me hypnotized the whole time, only to catch the belt loops of my jeans and tug them down.

I’m paralyzed, realizing how in over my head I am with this man.

But I certainly don’t resist as he strips them away from me.

My panties, too, leaving me naked except for my bra pulled down around my ribs, the straps hanging loose against my upper arms.


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