I don’t give a fuck where she got the bra and panties.
I want them off her.
I put my mouth to her neck, right under her ear, and bite.“Take off your panties,” I hiss, her skin hot and flushed under my lips.Her pulse is fluttering in her neck and for the first time, I start to see why women find vampires so sexy.
Because I would bite her there until she bled, just to make her admit that she belongs to me.I want her to promise that she’ll never leave me again.Swear on everything she holds holy that she’ll be more careful with herself and start letting me protect her.
I want to chain her to my wrist and force her to open up to me whenever I want it.
God, I sound like a fucking maniac.
But that’s exactly what she does to me.
I expect her to argue with me about the panties, but she doesn’t.She tips her chin to the sky, moans at the feel of my teeth on her skin, and slithers out of her panties, leaving her with only a bra and the scraps of the dress still on.
I don’t have to look to know it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
I let go of her for long enough to undo the belt on my trousers, then unbutton them and let them fall to the ground, My cock springs from boxers, desperate and needy and hard enough to be used as a weapon, and I put a hand between her legs, forcing them open.
I leave my fingers there long enough to feel the heat and moisture coming off her, and fuck, I didn’t think I could get harder than I already am, but I was wrong.The idea that she wants me just as badly, that she’s letting me handle her like she doesn’t need a choice in the matter, is so fucking sexy that I’m losing my mind.
I grab my cock and guide it to her pussy, gasping at the white-hot wetness I find there.My girl is fucking soaked with need, hot and ready for me, and there has never been anything better than that.
I don’t wait.I know I should; I should spend at least some time paying court to this gorgeous woman under my hands.But I’ve spent years waiting for her, and my body is screaming that I don’t have time to wait any longer.
My hands find their way to her ass and lift her, then bring her down hard on my cock, moving until she’s fully seated on me.
The grunt of satisfaction that leaves my chest is inhuman.
Then she starts riding me, flexing her hips and grinding on me like her life depends on it, and I lose my ability to make any sound at all.The girl is tight and wet and so fucking hot, and when her hands move into my hair and start to yank, I know I’m lost to her.She’s just as much a hellcat as I remember, all fire and heat and desperate, unhinged passion, and it’s the way it’s always been between us.
Her passion meets mine and mixes with it like flames of two different colors until I can’t tell where she starts and I end.Her cries are my cries, her body my body, and we’re both so out of our minds with need for each other that our brains finally, finally turn off.
“Fuck me, Brooks,” I mutter.
I don’t know what I mean.I don’t even know if I need to mean anything.
And like she always has, she understands perfectly.
“Fuck me, Lucien,” she whispers.
I turn and walk toward the bed, my cock still buried in her, and lay her down so gently that it nearly breaks my heart.
And then I hold her there and watch her face as I slow my movements, pulling out and thrusting back into her with a smooth, steady rhythm that has nothing to do with anger and everything to do with the screams echoing in my head that I need to memorize every fucking inch of this girl.I move over her, taking her again and again, and when she meets my eyes hers are fathomless again, full of wonder and something I don’t recognize.
And holy fucking shit am I in trouble.
I’ve been in the worst situations possible for a man, my life on the line and enemies surrounding me, and there have been times when I was sure I was going to die.
But I have never been in more trouble than I am right now, with Brooks Landry’s legs wrapped around my waist and my cock buried insider her, while my heart opens up and takes her in and my soul finally admits that I’m never going to be whole again.
Unless she’s with me.
My orgasm catches me by surprise, thundering down my spine without warning and sending me even deeper into her body, and I cry out, burying my face in her neck and pumping desperately as my seed fills her, her body spasming around me and milking me until I feel both drained and full at the same time.She’s going over the edge with me, murmuring my name again and again as her nails rake the skin on my back, and I have the passing thought that she’s going to leave marks there.
I bend and bite her neck as hard as I can in response.
Because some deep, primal part of me wants to mark her body, too.Show the world that she belongs to me.Warn anyone else who might want to touch her that this girl is Boudreaux property, and I’ll be coming for anyone who ever says otherwise.
