I opened my eyes and found him straddling my chest, dark hair tumbling onto his forehead as he gazed at me. Well-defined muscles rippled underneath black lines of ink. His body was a masterpiece, God’s finest art, and those green eyes…I’d never tire of losing myself in them. I hadn’t outgrown him at all, not during the last eight years, not even now that he’d kidnapped me and revealed the darkness festering inside him.

Part of me craved his sinful obsidian desires.

He pulled out and plunged back in, and I rolled my tongue around the tip, tasting the musky salt that signified his need. He braced himself upright, one hand on the headboard, and pushed deeper. I loved how smooth and solid he was in my mouth. I always gagged while giving head, but I wanted to take him all the way in, deep in my throat, and I didn’t give a shit if I gagged or not.

He stilled with a shudder, and his lids drooped, though his eyes never left mine, never stopped giving off their hypnotic vibe. “Do you like sucking me off?”

His husky voice doused my skin in a blissful chill, and I tingled all over, tightening my lips around the base of his cock.

“Fuck, Alex, you’ve got the hottest damn mouth.” He started moving again, a slow, torturous pace—torturous because the longer he took, the more I wanted him filling someplace else.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, curls everywhere, those lips wrapped around my dick.” He tightened his hold on my wrists. “I could get used to waking you up like this.”

Oh God, so could I, if he’d only let me come. I clenched my thighs together, but it did nothing to relieve the ache that had throbbed since last night, since he’d choked me into unconsciousness.

He increased the pace, and the taste of him intensified, as did the pressure on my wrists when he edged back and pinched my nose. I flailed in a panic, legs kicking, and tried to pull free of his erection, but he shoved it down my throat and smothered me.

Our gazes crashed together, and my pulse pounded in my temples, ticking away the seconds.

“Trust me, I won’t kill you, but I can do this all day. Thirty more seconds, and your lungs will ignite. Blink twice if you’re ready to tell me what you’re hiding.”

I didn’t flutter an eyelash. Thing was, I did trust him. He wouldn’t kill me. He wouldn’t. My body was fast forgetting that though as I struggled for air, as my lungs burned for it.

He pulled out, and I sucked in a gasping breath before he pushed in again, deep down. “How long do you wanna play this game?”