Nibbling across her collarbone, he took his time. Tasting her. Teasing her senses. The edge of his teeth surprising her when he nipped or abraded her skin with them.

“You’re a master at this,” she managed to murmur, sounding like a drunk.

“It’s all you.” He kissed along her rib cage, down her side. Up her belly until at long last he got to her tits.

“Hallelujah.”

He chuckled as he nibbled along the swell beneath her nipple.

“I love how this looks.” Then he flicked his tongue over her nipple until it hardened, tugging on the bar, stealing her breath. She’d always found the bars to enhance nipple play. But this was—like the rest of Jonah—something else entirely.

He licked and then tugged on the bar with his teeth, wracking her system with pleasure so sharp she had to clench her teeth.

“Mmmm. You like that.”

“Uh, yes. I’m voting yes on everything you’ve brought to the table so far.”

“Good to know.”

He moved to her other nipple and did the same magic there. Nipples were great and all, but she wasn’t usually one of those women who could come just from nipple stimulation. But Jonah’s mouth might prove that wrong.

The scratch of his scruff only made the experience hotter as he abraded her skin. He kissed down her belly, over to the hollow at each hip. She floated in a haze of pleasure. She might have begged him to get on with it, but it probably never actually got out of her mouth.

He ran his tongue through the seam where her thigh met her leg. On one side and then kissed over to the other.

Then—sweet baby Jesus, thank you—he finally pushed her thighs wide.

She was a feast.

That’s really all there was to it. Raven was a lush bounty and he couldn’t seem to stop himself from binging. Her mouth, dear god, that mouth, so delicious. It certainly didn’t hurt that her lips were swollen from his cock. Her skin tasted just right. Like nothing he’d had before. But he wanted it. Wanted more. Those pierced nipples had done him in. So fucking hot.

And now he stared at the ring nestled between her labia.

“Your clit is pierced. Holy fuck.”

“Not my clit. The hood.”

Her words were slightly slurred, slow and lazy. Good.

His cock wanted him to be aware that it was just fine and ready to go again. He wanted inside that glistening cunt.

But first he was going to eat her until he made her come really, really hard.

He leaned in close and breathed her in. Then he licked. So. Fucking. Good.

Hot.

The appeal of the piercing wasn’t something he could deny. He tugged gently at first. But her moans deepened when he increased pressure, so he tugged harder.

He reached down to grab her ankles, shoving her feet up and back, spreading her open wide and utterly at his mercy.

More of this woman’s bounty to take.

And he did. Licking and sucking, fucking her with his tongue. He wanted this to last.

Her clit was swollen and hard. Each time he licked over the piercing she gave a long, shuddering sigh. Probably mimicking the one in his head. Over and over. She was so amazingly responsive to his touch. So he just kept touching.

It was the way he sucked her clit into his lips, licking the underside after he’d tugged on that damned ring, that finally pushed her over. Her back bowed, muscles seized and she groaned long and hard as her taste filled every part of him in a hot, slick rush.

He found the muscle control to reach for the nightstand.

She opened her eyes and stretched lazily, grabbing him with her thighs and holding on. “Where you goin’?”

He held the foil package up for her to see. “Just a quick intermission.”

Her smile made him even harder.

“Roll over. Ass up. Head down.”

She complied so easily he had to take a deep breath and count to ten before he touched his cock to put the condom on.

“Goddamn, you’re like a work of art.”

He lined up at the notch of her cunt and pressed in, the breath leaving him. So hot she scalded him through the latex. She pressed back, taking him in deep and he slapped her ass without thinking. Then he snatched his hand back, unable to tear his gaze from the rising, red handprint he’d created.

But she didn’t punch him or recoil in horror. Instead her cunt gripped him tighter, so tight he nearly saw stars when he had to close his eyes to get his control back.

“I decide the pace.”

“All right.”

He rewarded her with a hard thrust and she gave him a moan that shot through his system.

Her skin was beautiful and pale. The mark he made only spiced the edge of his hunger. He wanted to see a bite mark, or the bruise from his thumb. Wanted to know she’d wear the evidence of the way he’d been in her, long after she’d left his house.

Greed for her seemed to rush through him. Desire so deep he struggled against it until he realized there was no way out and simply gave in. She’d been different from the first moment he’d spoken to her. Hell, even before that as he’d caught sight of her at the edges of the few events they’d both been part of.

He ran his hands over her curves, over the nip of her waist, the bumps of her vertebrae, the sweet flesh of her ass.

And he gave it another slap. Again, harder than he’d imagined.

It burned. The pain, for long moments, had roused her from that lazy pleasure at the way he’d felt when he’d worked his cock into her pussy. And then the burn spread. Slow and delicious. Tingling.

And then . . . he’d told her he controlled the pace. He’d ordered her around, and for the first time in her life, instead of reacting and pushing back, she let him. And it had been . . . really, really good.

So she let it be.

He’d given her an orgasm from his mouth that had pretty much devastated the memory of every other damned orgasm she’d ever had. And her sex life had been really healthy and awesome. So really, what was the point in arguing when he clearly delivered on the promise to make her feel good?

His cock was fat. Filling her just right. His hands had settled at her hips, fingers digging in to control her movement as he’d begun to fuck her in short, hard digs that sent her tits brushing against the blanket beneath her. Sending slow waves of pleasure through her when she’d just come moments before.

He had game all right.

Jonah fucked her at his pace. Just like he’d said. Slow and hard. A fairly irresistible combination. She’d fallen into a place, a dreamy sort of consciousness, floating on the pleasure, flattered—insanely so—that he so clearly found her desirable.

One hand let go and he got closer as he reached around her waist and down, finding her pussy. She sucked in a breath as he tugged the ring and then squeezed her clit. He played awhile, seemingly testing her to find what she liked best. And then he worked it, over and over and over, until she was coming again and he grunted a strained curse and pushed in deep.

They fell to the mattress. He disappeared for a few moments and came right back, putting an arm over her waist and then pulling her close.

“When I regain the ability to move again, I have ice cream in my freezer.”

“You’re going to propose some sort of Faustian bargain, aren’t you?” She mumbled this into the hard muscle of his biceps. “I mean, awesome sex, great food and now ice cream? Will I have to give you my soul?”

He chuckled. “Maybe.”

And she still didn’t run. 

He really couldn’t have said why he found himself standing in front of Written On The Body just three days later.

Which was a total lie. The reason lay just inside. Jonah hadn’t been able to get her off his mind. Her voice, the way she smelled. The feel of her body against his own. She’d lodged herself under his skin, drawing his attention. And he didn’t care to fight it.