“That tickles.”
“You won’t be laughing in a moment, love.” I run mytongue down her hip and over a mound of soft red curls above her tiny slit that I now call home.
“Yes, I love that,” she groans, pulling my hair.
“Christ, you’re perfect.” I move my tongue between her legs and focus to find the exact spot that turns her into a feral bunny.
Fallon’s nails dig into my scalp, coming close to my bruise, but I don’t care. I only wish she was wearing those candy-cane tights. I’m a sick bastard because I love peeling them down enough that they’re partially on. Like I’m licking or fucking some forbidden elf.
Fallon’s hands slam down on my shoulders. “Yes, right there, don’t stop.”
Her core clenches and drenches my tongue with a flavor I’m addicted to. Her hips arch, and she cries out. She shudders against my mouth in a violent wave, and I suck on her clit until Fallon turns wild, shaking, and her legs thrashing.
Moans that I’m not sure are human scrape from her throat.
I drag my wet mouth back up her body and then flip her over. “On your knees.”
She props up, and I slide inside her from behind.
“Fuck, this is so good,” I groan.
Her hair a mess, Fallon just mewls as she claws at my sheets while I fuck her with the energy of the tornado that dared to take her away from me.
I drive into her to see how much she can take. Fallon meets me thrust for thrust. I’m not wearing a condom, so I have a choice. Take a huge risk and come inside her, which might take some choices away from us, or douse her with my cum.
There’s another time to talk about birth control and tests, so for now, I pull out as my cock starts contracting.
“Fuck,” I say, trying to get a grip on the thing, it’s sothick.
I see stars as I come. I never came so hard in my life.
“Oh…” She shudders, looking over her shoulder at me, drenching her ass with ropes of my cum.
“I’m marking you, my love.” I stroke myself a few quick times and empty out on her ass. “You’re fucking mine. Do you hear me?”
“Mmm,” she groans and stretches. “And you’re mine, too.”
“Aye. I am yours. You got me, love.” I continue to come all over her. “Christ, this arse will be my undoing.”
I finish and look longingly at the pillows. I need to sleep, but a crash into my window jolts me.
I bolt up and thrust Fallon down into the covers. “Stay,” I order, already moving. “Stay right here.”
My skull throbs as I stagger toward the kitchen naked, dripping with sweat. It was probably just a pigeon smashing into the glass again, trying to eat Fallon’s plants.
I almost laugh, until I see a man in a mask on the ledge about to kick in the window.
It happens in slow motion, watching the boot make contact with the glass and shards splintering inward.
Fallon’s plant stand topples to the floor, ceramic pots exploding on impact.
Rosemary, Cami, Minty, and Little Basil. Cory and the others, too.
No!
I lunge and grab the guy’s coat to yank him inside. Fists clenched, I slam him against the cabinets hard enough for the wood to crack. “Just strolling along the ledge and decidedthiswas the flat you’d break into? You’re one unlucky prick.”
“Not exactly,” he snarls.
