His body drapes over mine as his heart pounds against my spine, his breath whispering against the skin on my neck.
“The house,” He rasps, “Now. We’re not done here.”
CHAPTER 24
Elena stumbles through the door, and I’m quick on her heels. Once wasn’t enough. Once will never be enough.
I’ve had her. I’ve tasted her sin, fallen to her temptation, and now she’smine.
The door slams behind me, and I have her in my arms in the next breath, stealing her lips with my own, feeling her melt against me as my tongue plunges into her mouth and I breathe her into my lungs. I angle her head to allow me in deeper, explore her taste and swallow down her moans like they’re the very things giving me air. I am starved for her, desperate.
I walk her backwards, toward the stairs and only stop when she threatens to fall back. I wanther up them, not injured. I don’t plan on letting her go for the foreseeable future, not until I have taken my fill.
Releasing her mouth, I step by her and grasp her hand, feeling her follow behind as I take the stairs up to my bedroom. Perhaps I should let her shower, wash the rain and the ride down the mountain off of her, but the thought of filling her with more of my come makes my cock harder than it already is. I want to leak down her thighs, drip from her, mark her in every single way. I stop at the bed and turn wordlessly, my eyes rolling down her frame. Drenched from head to toe, her hair appears impossibly darker than the black it already is. Her skin is wet, raindrops still clinging to her skin, and her clothes outline her perfect body where they’re stuck to her.
I watch her throat bob on a swallow, but she tilts her head up defiantly, meeting me match for match. We’re both embers, burning up in the fire we have created, and if we have to burn it all to ash, then we will.
I feel the side of my mouth notch up into a grin and then reach for the hem of her shirt, bringing the wet material up and over her breasts and then her head, leaving her in just her bra, jeans and boots.
The bruising across her rib cage, the outline of the boot print, is still visible, lighter than what it was before, but the shadows and the break remain. Before I go further, I allow my fingers to trace the mark, a gentle whisper of just my fingertips, butshe still sucks in a breath and flinches, as if bracing for a pain that I’ll deliver her.
“Who did this one?” I rasp, the burn of anger heating the blood in my veins.
“My uncle,” She replies, lashes fluttering as I continue to move my hand over the injury.
My nostrils flare as I breathe in deep, tempering down the urge to rip the world apart to find him. Elena isn’t a woman that needs saving; sure, she needs help, but she’s no damsel. Doesn’t mean I won’t revel in his death or that, if I can, deal the final blow.
“And your thigh?” I ask, tracing my hand down the soft swell of her stomach, toward the button of her jeans.
“His name is Rio,” She answers without hesitation, kicking off her boots so I can slide her jeans all the way off her legs. She stands before me in just her panties, her nipples peaked and pressing against the baby blue lace of her bra. Her thigh looks like her ribs, the bruising is there, but softening. The scar from the bullet and then the brand looking angry and raised but are healing like the rest of her. I don’t touch the scar itself, the C burned into her flesh, but trace around it.
“And who is that?”
“I’m not sure you’ll like the answer.” She admits.
“Who is he?” My eyes jump to hers.
“A friend,” She cocks her head to the side, “Alover.”
“I’ll kill him,” I vow.
A soft smile touches her lips. “You’ll have to get there before me.”
“I won’t take your revenge from you,” I promise, “Not if you tell me not to, but I promise you, it will be slow.”
“You already have me naked, Knox.” She licks her full bottom lip. “You don’t need to talk dirty to me.”
A laugh bursts out of me, full and light, and I can’t help but capture her face in my hands to taste that bottom lip like she just did. I coax her back to the bed, laying her gently on top and follow her down, holding my weight above her. Her stormy grey eyes, the color to match the clouds beyond the window, gaze up at me. She’s the most open right now, with her flushed cheeks and relaxed body. It’s a submission, one I’m certainly not going to take for granted.
I have a feeling this woman doesn’t give it up to anybody. Leaning down, I run my lips down the sharp edge of her jaw, down the column of her throat, which she stretches out for me to take. I follow the delicate length down, to her clavicles, my tongue dipping into the hollow between them before I move further, to her chest, the valley between her breasts which is still covered by the pretty floral lace. I can see the glint of the steel balls of her nipple bars through the sheer material,and desperate for a taste, I reach for the straps and pull them down her arms before my fingers hook into the cups covering her and tug.
I already knew she had perfect fucking tits, round and soft with peaked rosy nipples, metal bars speared through both of them. My tongue traces one while my hand toys with the other, and her spine bows off the bed, pressing her breasts further into me. I sink my teeth in a little, adding a flash of pain before I lick and kiss the sting away, listening to the sounds of her breathy moans to figure out what she likes and what she doesn’t.
It comes as no surprise that she likes a little pain with her pleasure, but my little fucking Hellion gives as good as she gets. Her fingers thread into my hair and curl, tightening the strands against my scalp as she forces me to keep my mouth on her. I bite her nipple, earning a pretty gasp from her.
I grin against her flesh and reach for her hand, unthreading her fingers from my hair and pin that hand to the mattress.
“Be a good girl, Elena,” My voice is all gravel, a rumble spoken against her soft skin, “Keep your hands to yourself.”
