"Oh."
Without any further hesitation, he stands, retrieving the clothes in question, tossing them into the fire, and using a metal stick to bury them beneath the flames, the smell of copper and burnt fabric mixing with the cinnamon and pine.
"You've done this before," I comment, realizing the scented fire is a practiced maneuver to hide the scent of discarding evidence.
"Burnt bloody clothes? Yes." My heart starts pounding recklessly. "Burnt bloody clothes for someone else? No."
"Wow," I choke out an awkward laugh, unsure how to respond. "You mustreallywant to sleep with me."
A humored grin pulls at the corner of his lips, "Am I so transparent?"
Warmth blooms in my cheeks as I nod, enjoying the clarity, the knowing of where this is heading, even while he doesn't rush. He acts as though we have all eternity, instead of just tonight, to explore each other and this connection.
With unhurried motions, he stands, casually bringing himself within my reach, gazing down at me again, "Truth be told, I am desperate to see you unravel, yes. But I also have a vested interest in your success."
"Why?"
Gently, he reaches for my hair, twirling a strand with his finger, "It's very rare that I meet someone who kills because it is just, and not because they want to terrorize those they deem weak. It would be a shame if you were put behind bars before you realize your true potential."
"You make it all sound so romantic," I step closer, lifting my chin to keep us eye to eye. "But maybe Idosimply enjoy terrorizing them."
Marcos narrows his eyes playfully, "How did you kill that man tonight?"
"Slit his throat," I grin.
Leaning closer, he speaks almost against my lips, "A clean kill. An execution."
"I would hardly call it clean," I mutter, barely able to get the words out with how he's consuming all my thoughts and senses. "I was a mess. It nearly got me caught."
He chuckles, the sound warming my body from the inside as he runs his fingers gently across my collarbone where he found the blood earlier.
"I am the only one allowed to catch you, Nat. I wouldn't have let them have you."
Then suddenly, his lips are on mine, instantly destroying any thought I might have had about the gravity of his words.
The moment I cover her warm mouth with mine, her body melts into me, her arms drifting lazily around my neck. I plaster her body to me, one hand finding the small of her back, the other instantly finding purchase in her hair, keeping her exactly where I need her, caressing her lips with my tongue, all but begging her to open those soft lips and let me inside.
With a soft moan, she does just that, and I waste no time, sliding my tongue against hers as she meets me halfway, sighing intothe kiss.
Every inch of her body that touches mine makes me feel alive for the first time in years. Her sounds, from each quiet moan to the racing of her heart, surround me, drowning in her and hoping that it never stops.
Without warning, I grip her thighs, bringing them to cradle my hips as I sink into the couch. Her surprised yelp gets cut off when my lips find hers again, my hands pulling her until we're flush, pressed together so tightly I can feel every soft curve of her body through our clothes.
Buried underneath the scent of my clothes and soap, her blood and her arousal scream my name, begging me to rip everything off of her, make her heart pound and her cunt squeeze around me.
She rocks her hips, rubbing the haven between her thighs against my cock, the heat seeping through the sweatpants, pulling a groan from my lips as I push and pull her hips, both of us working to find our rhythm that'll bring us to the brink of insanity.
My lips follow a path down her neck, following that pulsing artery, licking and sucking her skin into my mouth to lave over it, my tongue tracing patterns against her flesh, tasting every inch I can reach while I lift my hips, dragging my cock against her until her soft moans turn desperate and pleading.
Mindlessly, like I'm fucking drunk off her taste, I rip her shirt up over her head, needing to get my hands on more of her skin, needing to feel those perfect tits, the peaks of them calling for my touch.
My lips wrap around one hard nipple, and Nat cries out, one of her hands digging into my hair to keep me trapped against her. Her hips move against me, harder and harder as I lick and bite her nipple, torturing her with my mouth while she teases me with her hot pussy, so close and yet, not close enough to bury myself inside.
My free hand finds her other breast, kneading it and pinching the peak, again and again until Nat is whining, writhing on my lap, thescent of her cunt filling the air with the proof of how fucking badly she needs this.
Barely holding back an unearthly growl, I remove her from my lap, making her stand on shaky legs just long enough to pull the sweatpants down, watching with rapt attention as every inch of her is finally on display for me.
"Jesus Christ," I mutter, lost in how fucking stunning she is.
