Chapter 167

• His hot mouth, trailing wet heat over her skin, reached her breast. With a groan that aroused her as much as his touch, he licked the aching nipple. She stroked it and played with it and did everything except what she wanted.
• "Stop torturing me," she said in a voice that sounded alien to her own ears.
• She felt his smile against her mouth. "Say ‘please, Darian,’" he whispered against her skin. He sounded drunk, guttural.