I threw my head back while fisting a handful of her hair. She was no virgin to pleasing a man this way either, her tongue swirling back and forth in an almost perfect yet somewhat delicate dance while rolling my testicles through her other fingers.
After expelling a deep breath, I lowered my head to study her long fingers. She appeared like an absolute angel, a shimmering halo from the stream of moonlight holding me hostage. As she opened her mouth wider, taking my shaft down an inch at a time, she rested one hand across the savage darkness of only a few of my tattoos.
They’d been my solace, my medication during years of pain. They were also a direct connection to years of violence and bloodshed when I was much younger. My, how things had changed.
My perfect Aphrodite didn’t seem troubled in the least I was covered in ink. In fact, as I was with her, she was intrigued. I was the darkness to her light, a juxtaposition that I’d never expected.
She knew exactly what she was doing.
Playing with fire.
Taunting me.
Testing me.
Only she had no idea that she wasn’t toying with a man of honor, but a man born of sin and power. A man who could easily eat her alive.
I should end this right now, pushing her aside, but what scruples I’d been born with were long since gone.
As were my morals.
So I allowed her to suck me while trying to figure out how I could entertain her being a small portion of my life.
Because that’s what I wanted.
All thoughts of anyone else touching her were too much to tolerate. I craved every inch of her and she’d been right to notice I always got what I wanted. Always.
Fuck my attempt at morality.
Fuck whatever my earlier good intentions had been.
Little did she know but would soon be forced to understand that she was mine.
All mine.
And God help anyone who dared touch my innocent little goddess.
CHAPTER 6
Jaxon
And just like that, my lost angel had disappeared.
I’d seen her look of surprise when I’d used the term. As if someone else used to call her that.
Whereas I never slept a full night, especially when fulfilling my primal needs, the shock of waking up to find she’d disappeared had hit me harder than it should have. Why did it matter? With any other woman I’d been thrilled she didn’t wait around as if we were going to exchange contact information or commit to a date.
This time I’d been pissed. Hell, I’d even hassled both the night and morning staff at the Ritz-Carlton in my effort to see how she’d disappeared.
They’d stared at me with utter terror in their eyes, watching the crazy man lose his shit to no avail. She’d managed to slip out without being seen on a single security camera. That required skill, which usually indicated training.
Which kept my mood surly even while I longed to see her again.
Yes, I could head to the ballet company and demand I learn her name. Maybe I would. How dare she just walk away from me.
With a deep exhale, I rode the Harley down the street, powering into first gear as I rolled toward the warehouse.
I didn’t want to admit it and wouldn’t, at least to members of my family. Or even my crew. However, while I lived in what some considered to be a unique cultural melting pot of vibrant music, incredible Creole/Cajun food, gothic architecture, and distinctly captivating and very dark religious beliefs, life could be pretty dull.
