Seconds later, another moan escaped when his lips freed mine. Yet he wasn’t finished exploring, trailing a line of kisses down the side of my neck. I was surprised he was taking his time, exploring every inch, using his tongue and fingers to trace lines and circles on my skin until I was quivering nervously.
I lolled my head to the side, my eyes half closed as he continued pleasuring me in a way I hadn’t anticipated. For all his roughness, his brusque attitude, the tenderness was more confusing. He moved slowly, darting his tongue between my breasts.
“So beautiful. So perfect.” His whispered words haunted me. It wasn’t that he didn’t make me feel beautiful. My reaction was because I knew I didn’t deserve to feel that way. No matter how I wrapped the sensual package, this was still all wrong.
Then why did my body react to him as it had? As it was doing once again? Why did he have a spell over me, keeping me enthralled and thirsty for what only he could provide? The cocky son of a bitch had gotten it right. He could read me so easily.
Exhaling, when he pulled my nipple between his teeth, I wrapped my arm around his head, spreading my legs involuntarily.
“Are you ready to give yourself to me?”
Was he really asking me? Did he really expect an answer? When he pulled his head away, I realized he did. “Yes.”
“Then I’m going to fuck you long and hard, sweet angel. I’m going to fill your tight pussy and ride you until I make you scream.”
Every whispered word, every statement that he made was as powerful as he was.
He sucked on my other hardened bud, shifting back and forth until they were both sore. And I loved it, the electric vibrations and body tingling sensations. When he crawled between my legs, I pressed my hand across my lips to keep from making a single sound.
I expected to feel the wetness of his mouth and tongue on my pussy. When I felt the weight change on the bed, I was shocked that I was suddenly lifted from the bed, pulled on top of him.
As I peered down at him, I realized he was right.
There was no chance at turning back, no way of pretending that this hadn’t occurred.
While what we shared was far from being normal, I hungered too much.
For him.
For his touch.
For the bad, very bad desire.
CHAPTER 14
Alexander
There was a saving grace in being with her.
Catherine made me feel alive, the anger that had fed my appetite for years kept at bay if only for a little while. She was soft where I was hard. She was kind where I was malevolent. She was everything good where I was lost in the indecency of a life that I’d been born into.
Maybe seeing the world through her eyes, if only with defiance and passion would provide a taste of something I’d never experienced.
Satisfaction in the simple acts of life. I’d lost that ability years ago. Stolen as a child so I’d be prepared to face my future. What a future it had become. I wouldn’t admit it to anyone, but there was a loneliness about what I did and how I lived.
Maybe I was the caged bird, only if so, I wasn’t delicate as she was. Fragile in a way that with one false move, I could crush every bone.
Now, having her legs wrapped around my hips was a stark reminder that there truly was goodness in this world.
The way she was looking at me gave me a smile. She was still questioning my motives. Maybe so was I.
She pressed her knees against my thighs, pushing both hands against my chest. The feel of her wetness and the scent of her desire was a powerful combination. As she shifted back and forth, I allowed her to play. Perhaps to think that she was in control, but there was a dangerous secret wrapped around the lovely woman and I was determined to find out what that was.
The steadfast look in her eyes remained, the questions about my intentions running deep through her veins. Much like the continued desire we both felt, an intense connection that she was fighting with every ounce of her being.
I cupped her breasts, rolling my thumbs across her hard nipples. They were swollen, a blush of pink that captured my attention. While tension remained, she began to slide her body up and down, unbothered by the twist of her hardened buds as I plucked them. With her lovely mouth pursed, the dark, sadistic side of me longed to drive my dick past her lips.
That would come soon enough.
