Ciel's hands locked around my waist, pulling me against him until I could feel every hard line of his body. Heat rushed through me so fast my breath caught, but he didn't kiss me again—not right away. Instead, his lips drifted lower, brushing the curve of my jaw, then down the column of my throat.
I gasped, tilting my head back as his teeth grazed my skin, sharp enough to send a violent shiver down my spine.
"Ciel…" I whispered, but my plea dissolved when his mouth closed around my collarbone, sucking hard enough to bruise.
His hands slid upward, cupping my breasts through the thin fabric of my dress, and before I could beg, his mouth found one. He sucked and teased, his tongue flicking mercilessly over the peak until a broken moan tore from my throat. I arched into him, desperate for more, but he caught my wrists, pinning them above my head with one hand.
"Don't fight me," he murmured against my skin, voice low and dark.
