Slowly, Darius pulled his lips away from mine.
His head dipped lower, his rugged jaw brushing against my chin before his lips found the ultra-sensitive skin of my neck. He began to trace a wet slow path from my throat up to the soft curve beneath my ear. His tongue lapped over the pounding column of my pulse point with a heavy deliberate pressure that made my breath lock completely in my lungs.
My mouth parted in a silent gasp, and a soft, helpless moan escaped from the very depths of my chest. Reaching up with trembling fingers, I buried both of my hands into the thick, dark hair at the nape of his neck, my nails digging lightly into his scalp as his teeth suddenly grazed the tender flesh above my shoulder. The controlled, predatory nip sent a violent rush straight down into the pit
