My mouth hangs open as Travis looks at me with a grin. “It’s over.”
It’s over.His words echo in my mind as I’m trying to process everything I just witnessed. Honestly, between Eli’s corpse and Travis’s unnerving crime scene confidence, I’m not sure which one disturbed me more. Probably Travis. Eli at least had the decency to pass out before things got weird.
The realization of Eli being gone settles in, and a sense of relief washes over me. On top of that, I feel empowered. He was going to hurt me ... possibly kill me, but now the threat is gone, thanks to us. In an odd way, Travis and I will forever be connected. As I look up at him through my lashes, I feel that connection buzzing between us, growing stronger by the minute.
Travis reminds me of an avenging angel, my dark knight who will kill for me. There is something so primal about him right now. I don’t know if it’s that thought or the adrenaline pumping through my veins, but I suddenly have the urge to jump Travis’s bones and show him just how grateful I am.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Travis
Sage moves out of the shadows in silence as she takes in the scene fully. It’s one thing to talk about killing someone. Hell, it’s even one thing to plan it. But actually plunging a blade into someone’s flesh is something else entirely. She’s in shock, and I know she’ll come out of it eventually.
I look away from her without saying a word and check the temperature on the oven to make sure it’s high enough. The last thing I need is a medium-rare corpse. That would really ruin my Yelp rating—if serial killers had one.
Thankfully, it is. I don’t like to linger with the bodies for too long. It’s best not to dwell on what I’ve done. It only makes my lack of guilt feel more prominent.
I move the body to the mouth of the oven and slide it into the opening, letting it fall into the fire as the flames swallow it whole. I close the door when I’m positive it’s fully inside and dust off my gloved hands.
I take a few deep breaths, savoring the energy in the room as if I could feed on it. The adrenaline has kicked in, and I feel like I’m high. I feel powerful.
Sage is still staring at me when I turn around and wait for her to say something. Being quiet isn’t something I’m used to with her. I knowher mind must be racing, and I’m steeling myself for the questions already. But she doesn’t look traumatized or even upset. She looks ... completely turned on.
I unstrap one of my black leather gloves, and Sage holds a finger up to stop me. “Can you leave those on a little longer?”
I nod, furrowing my eyebrows as I strap the glove back on. Or at least, I try to. The strap slips out of my hand, and I awkwardly restrap it.
Sage quirks a brow and says, “First time?”
I deadpan back, “No, I’m just not used to engaging in foreplay next to a cremating corpse.”
She giggles like I made a joke, before lifting her shirt over her head and tossing it aside. She looks at me with eyes glazed over as she kicks off her shoes and slides out of her leggings. She’s not wearing any underwear, and the bra she chose is practically see-through.
My cock immediately stiffens in my pants, and I unbutton them to free it. I’ve never had sex after a kill before. The high usually lasts hours, and I’ve jerked off toward the end a few times. As I’ve said before, killing isn’t a sexual thing for me.
But seeing Sage now, completely naked, while Eli’s body burns in the oven, I might have to change that.
“Get on your knees.” She does as I say and opens her mouth as I approach her. When I’m close enough, she immediately wraps a hand around my cock and starts licking the shaft.
Every movement of her tongue is incredible, the feeling heightened by the ecstasy I already feel from the kill. She moves quickly, almost frenzied, with each flick of her tongue over the tip of my cock. She moans when wrapping her lips around it, taking more of me in her mouth.
“Slow down. I want to savor this,” I say as I lace my fingers through her hair, pushing her head farther down on my cock. She takes all of me in her mouth, gagging on me as I hold her against my groin. I close my eyes and relish the feeling of her throat closing around me.
After a few moments I let go, and she backs away entirely, gasping for breath. “Fuck me,” Sage says, staring up at me with hungry eyes. She falls back on the ground and spreads her legs wide.
I take my shirt off and toss it on the ground, climbing on top of her and positioning myself between her legs. She’s already wet when I hover around her pussy, and I shove myself inside her.
“Oh my god, yes!” she cries out. Her arms wrap around my neck, and she digs her fingernails into my back as she holds me close to her.
I stare down at her chest and lower the cup of her bra to see her nipples. I take a breast in my mouth, swirling my tongue around her hardened bud and gently nibbling it. Sage arches her back as I touch her, moaning uncontrollably with every flick of my tongue.
My cock moves in and out of her, twitching and throbbing as I get closer to coming. I keep myself right on the edge, slowing down and stopping altogether before bursting. Every thrust is incredible, feeling more intense than it usually does. I don’t want this to end.
I sit up on my knees and grab her waist to lift her off the ground slightly. I pull out of her mostly while holding her tight before slamming myself into her while gripping her waist. She screams as I pull her closer with each thrust, fucking her hard while I keep her on the brink of orgasm.
I feel her pussy throbbing around me, desperate for release, but I don’t let her have it. For the first time since being with Sage, I’m in control of myself. I stare down at her body, seeing how eager she is for my touch, and I savor every moment of it.
“You want me to make you come?” I ask, reaching up and squeezing her nipple between my fingers.
