Descent (Black Heart Romance presents Heaven & Hell)

“Is that so?” he murmurs, his hands settling on my hips.
“Mm-hmm.” I slide my hands down his biceps. “And these arms…” I stop rubbing one to fan
myself.
Amusement lightens his tone. “With your artful subtlety it’s hard to tell, but are you by any
chance trying to distract me?”
“Maybe,” I say, flashing him a teasing smile. “Is it working?”
He lets go of my waist with one hand and slides it up the delicate column of my neck. His touch
is so gentle, gooseflesh rises and my eyes drift shut.
Then his grip turns to iron and my heart does a freefall. He yanks me closer, biting my bottom lip
and then kissing it before I even realize why it stings.
I’m startled, but I kiss him back. Something molten and desperate twists through my gut. It feels
like desire, but it has fingers or claws and seems to scoop out my innards so I feel hollow and empty
without him inside me.
His rough voice hits my frayed nerves like an electric shock. “Do you know what would really
make me feel better?”
Languid heat spreads through me and I lick my lips. I feel the icy fingertips of fear, but I feel
arousal, too.
Rotating my hips, I grind against his cock. Not too hard, just enough to excite him.
His grip on my hip tightens. His grip on my throat does, too, but he stops before he can cut off my
ability to breathe for even a split second. “No breath play,” he murmurs as his lips follow the trail
down my neck. “Not while you’re pregnant.”
“Oh,” I say, my voice a little tremulous. “Right. That makes sense.”
“Be a good girl and grind that sweet pussy on me again,” he commands.
I bite down on my bottom lip, a little breathless as I do what he says.
“You like that?” His voice is so smooth, so sure. He knows I did.
He’s right.
He nods, pulling me closer and ghosting his lips across mine. I feel his breath on my mouth as he
asks, “Do you want to be a really good girl for me, Hallie?”
His face is so close, I can only nod a little without bumping into him.
But I do. He knows I do.
His lips tug up, and it feels somehow like a reward. “Good. Then do it again… but remove your
panties first.”