Daemon's lips crashed against mine, silencing every word as he claimed my mouth, his hands cradling my face with a possessive intensity. Each kiss lingered, coaxing me downward until I found myself seated, breathless and trembling under his touch.
"You’re so stubborn,” he growled, his voice a dark promise. “Maybe I should get you a collar and leash." His teeth grazed my skin, trailing down to my breast as he ripped my shirt away, jerking my bra down and pinning my arms above my head. "One that tightens when I pull, to remind you who’s in control."
“Daemon,” I panted, my protest lost in a gasp as he nipped my shoulder, turning my words into a desperate moan as my body arched against him, hands clutching the sheets. “You know I’m—”
He bits me, turning my sentence into a moan as I arch aga
