I plunge my hands into her hair and hold her face, kissing her as deeply as my dark, tattered soul can reach, as though I can absolve myself in her sweetness.
Her tongue meets mine, and I’m dizzy with how good this feels. Just a kiss. My lips on hers, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths. It’s almost innocent, and yet it’s also wet and hot and an obvious prelude to a deeper connection.
Reluctantly, I lift my head, breaking the kiss I’ve been plundering her mouth with. Tess’ blue eyes are like gazing into the sky around the sun. Blinding. Pure. Not for the likes of me.
I should let her go. She won’t tell anyone about my killings, I’m sure of that.
But as I stare at this beautiful girl, an emotion rises like a tidal wave. I can’t give her up. If that means a lifetime of catching her when she runs, it’s a price I’ll pay. We’re both still panting from the run and our messy, brutal kiss.
She tests her lip with her tongue, checking the place where I kissed her, and the sight of her little pink tongue releases something feral in me.
“I need to touch you,” I demand, even as I’m shoving her shorts and knickers down. Her skin is warm and silky, but when I palm over her slit, it’s me that moans.
She’ssoaked. It’s too easy to split her open with my fingers. She parts her legs as best she can, allowing me the access I crave. My already hard cock throbs.
“All this wetness for your captor, huh,” I tease her as I rub two fingers over her clit.
She jolts.
“Answer me.” I stroke lower, to where her body gives, and caress her entrance.
“Yes.” She brings a hand to my shoulder and the other to my waist, and the embrace does a crazy fluttering thing to my heart.
“You like being chased down, don’t you?” I nudge one finger almost into her, then withdraw, and skim my thumb over her clit. “Tell me you love it, and all this cream is for me, and I’ll make you come.”
She makes inarticulate noises of desire, but no words.
I draw circles around her clit, building her up.
“I know your secrets, Tess. I know you crave this.” If I’m wrong, I’ll throw myself out of the top window of the Blackfen tower block offices.
But I’m not wrong. Her body isn’t lying.
She’s writhing against me now.
“Say it,” I demand.
“Please, Kirill.” Her words are barely a breath. “Please.”
“Nearly.” I tighten the circles so my thumb rubs right over her clit and she keens. “Say that you love being chased by me.”
She leans into me as I stroke her, leaning on me for support. But she doesn’t say the words I want.
“Tell me.” I stop my fingers moving, just resting at her entrance. “First favour. Give me the truth.”
She sobs, and lets out a high-pitched whine. Then the confession bursts out of her. “Yes! Yes! I love it! I’m wet for you. I love you chasing me!”
My heart does another inappropriate leap.
“Please!” And she’s looking up into my face, her blue eyes wide and trusting.
My fingers are already moving, and my thumb rubbing on her clit. I push one fingertip into her impossibly tight hole, and bite back my own moan at the way her greedy little pussy takes it. I work her, opening her up until she can manage a second finger. Then that’s even better.
“That’s it, take it. Come for me, lapochka.”
It’s so intimate. My fingers in her stick folds, all my attention on her. It’s not like sex, when I’m thinking about my own pleasure as much as my partner’s. No, this is all for her.
Her eyes on me make me feel naked. Revealed. I almost want the mask back.
