His mouth crushed mine, then ground against the side of my neck, his teeth knocking against my collarbone hard enough to hurt. I hissed.
He stilled, and the next second his tongue licked over the spot, rubbing back and forth slowly, burning and unbearably ticklish. His palm slid down from my waist with more force than ever before, his knuckles grinding against me through the thin nightgown. I arched my back, and he pinned me down.
His hand settled between my legs, his fingertips pressing back and forth against the fabric. He didn't go in, but his palm was scorching, the thin material making it feel almost like direct contact. I bit my lip, hearing myself panting like crazy.
He kissed the corner of my mouth. "It's okay to make noise."
I glared at him, my eyes wet. He stared at me for a
