"There's—" I stutter and barely conceal my giggling, "There's something wrong with you."
He chuckles, the sound warm and sinful, as he leans in, speaking against my ear, his breath coasting against my skin, "You have no idea."
I can't entertain this. What is he even suggesting? He wants to help me, but clearly, he also wants to get me naked. And helikesthat I've killed these men. That alone should send me running, but I—
All thoughts fade as his lips touch my neck, the soft press pulling a sigh from my lips.
He's being incredibly brazen with his desire, something I'm used to, but this is different somehow. I know instinctively that I wouldn't even need to tell him no; he would be able to read every signal, any slight hesitation, and pull back without me having to ask him to.
I may not be saying the wordsYes, please fuck me, terrifying man, but my body is screaming them, waiting for my mind to catch up.
Gently, he sucks on the skin just beneath my ear, the soft drag of his tongue against the skin sending sharp spikes between my legs. A few soft kisses and taunting words, and my body isthrobbingfor him, against all my better judgment.
And he damn well knows it.
Am I being too forward? Too brazen?
Absolutely. Laving her neck with my tongue out in the open like this, when the only information I have about her is that she's a killer who goes by Nat, is almost certainly the most foolish thing I've ever done.
But I can't stop. Can't bring myself to even slow down. If anything, every second my tongue spends on her skin sends me spiraling faster into deliriousneed.
I was already immediately intrigued by her, seeing something inside me mirrored within her gorgeous, haunted face.
Now that I've tasted her skin and heard her sweet sighs, I know I won't be happy until I've learned every single way to make her body sing for me. Even if I have to spend all night doing so. Allweek.If I have to dedicate the rest of time to finding every way to pull pleasure from her, I'll do it happily. Dedicate myself to learning all her desires, both those she knows of and those she's yet to discover.
I've taken countless lovers over the years.
Sometimes, several at once.
And yet, nothing has awoken this ravenous hunger inside me the way my doe-eyed killer does.
I'm not even sure I can tear myself away from her long enough to get us to my home before I drag her coat and dress up those thighs, and bury myself between them.
My mouth carries on its mission, traversing the pale flesh of her neck, pressing right where her blood pumps furiously, sucking on the skin there to leave a small mark. It's not even close to the way I want to mark her neck, sink my teeth into it, and draw the blood into my body, connect our bodies and souls with the sustenance in her veins. But it'll do for now.
With slight hesitation, her hands land on my hips, granting me silent permission to continue. But silent permission isn't enough. I want her aching, pulling on me, and trying to drag me as close to her as she can. Nothing but loud desperation will be enough.
I lean back, staring down at Nat, her big brown eyes fluttering as she waits for what I'll do next, her eyes darting to my lips as she licks her own.
Before I can stop myself, I plant my mouth on hers. Nat's gasp of surprise lets me immediately slide my tongue against hers, drawing a soft moan from her throat. Her fingers dig into my hips, pulling them flush to her body, my hardening cock jumping to attention at finally being pressed against her.
Yes, the thought sounds like a hiss of relief.
Yes,this is everything.
Yes, yes, yes.
Her quiet mewling makes my head spin as she tries to drag me even closer, her mouth opening for mine and caressing my tongue with her own, over and over. My hands ache to move from the wall and grip her body, to hold her close enough that I can feel as well as hear her heart pounding.
This moment iseverything.
I tug her bottom lip between my teeth before releasing, continuing to devour her gorgeous mouth. Her warm fingers glide under the back of my shirt, those sharp nails digging into my back as I bite her again, drawing filthy, needy moans from her body.
She pulls her lips from mine, aiming to take a breath.
A growl escapes me as one of my hands grips her jaw, and the other wraps around the back of her neck, forcing her lips back to mine with a harshness I hadn't planned on showing her yet, but Iwasn't fucking done kissing her.
Everything about the kiss has me in fucking shambles. The taste of her tongue, the minty rum flavor of her earlier activities. The symphony of sound escaping her body with each languid roll of my hips against hers. The feel of her warm skin under mine, the heat of her body as it welcomes me closer, her hot fingers druggingly biting into my back.AndChrist,the scent of her pussy as her arousal grows, begging me to fill it, stretch it open, fill it with cum, and mark it as mine.
