34. Little Killer
34
Little Killer
“ F uck” is the only word I can manage to get out right. The way his tongue feels on my forbidden fruit is nothing compared to the moment Adam and Eve committed their sin. This is a moment of art being created in the flesh.
He called me “amor,” and that heated my body down to its core, warming up parts of me I barely knew existed. I can’t help but arch into him more and more. I want to devour this man and make him mine while doing so.
I push him off of me with my foot. He falls back, catching himself with his hands.
“My turn.” His face is slick with my body’s juices.
I think he forgot that I am trained to get myself out of much worse things than his little tie. Breaking free, I shove him down onto the mattress, tracing my hand up his abs and wrapping it around his throat. I put slight pressure on it enough to where he can still breathe but hard enough to where his veins bulge out.
I lean into his ear. “I want you to enjoy this, too. And don’t worry; my only regret is not doing this sooner.”
I trail my tongue down his abdomen with the taste of sweat and need. My tongue finds his V-line and follows it down to his shaft. I hesitate for a moment, wondering if I can even fit that fuckin’ thing in my mouth. Fuck it. It’s worth a shot.
I take him in, and his moan is pure fuckin’ ecstasy.
A deep guttural moan comes out “Ahhh. Fuuuck.”
That’s right, papi. Moan for me. I grab his cock and begin taking it in my mouth, going faster and deeper while stroking him at the same time. At this point, he’s got to be gripping the sheets.
I honestly didn’t think I would be ready for something like this, but it’s been months since everything happened, and Ghost has done everything in the world that is humanly possible for me since the day he carried me out of the fire. Literally, he saved me when I thought I couldn’t be saved anymore. How could I not fall harder for him? It sucks in a way because the last time I fell for someone, I fell hard, and this doesn’t compare to that love at all. This is something new. Something reborn. A mixture of fire and chaos creating something dark and beautiful.
The way his body responds to me has me ready to devour him like a caged animal. His hand straps into a sacred twine with my hair, and for a moment, I freeze. Ghost shoves me back down, causing me to gag uncontrollably. He’s so close to coming for me. I can feel it.
In a swift movement, he picks me up like I weigh nothing and flips me over to my hands and knees. He traces his hand near my entrance, and another moan escapes him from how wet I am over all of this. He guides his cock, teasing me. I feel it rubbing up and down. Fuck.
“You didn’t think I was going to let you have control over me. Did you, Little Killer?” He chuckles.
He grips my hips, leaving me no time to brace myself. With nothing but the sharp collision of our bodies as a warning, he thrusts into me—and damn, the pain is just as intoxicating as the pleasure. A raw scream rips from my throat as I take him in, my walls tightening, desperate to adjust to the relentless invasion. Our moans blend, a perfect rhythm of need and surrender.
He keeps going, and it feels like I am tearing in half. After a few deep strokes, he flips me again. I am on my back, and my knees are touching my chest now. Everything is going so damn fast, but I feel it all in slow motion.
His pace is brutal, each thrust sending a shockwave through my body, blurring the line between agony and ecstasy. My nails dig into his back, desperate for something to hold onto as he claims me without restraint. The sound of our bodies colliding fills the room, a symphony of skin meeting skin, moans tangled in the heated air.
My breath shudders, my body torn between resisting the overwhelming sensation and surrendering completely. He grips my chin, forcing my gaze to meet his—dark, wild, and utterly possessive.
“Take it, my Little Killer,” he growls, his voice a sinful promise that coils deep in my core.
And I do. I take everything he is giving me, letting him push me to the edge, to the point where pain and pleasure are indistinguishable. Every nerve in my body is on fire, and I know—I’m his to break, his to ruin, his to put back together again. I would be his Humpty Dumpty if he asked me to be.
His grip tightens, fingertips digging into my flesh as he drags me impossibly closer, forcing me to feel every inch of him, every punishing thrust that leaves me gasping. My body trembles, overwhelmed by the raw intensity of his possession, the way he moves with a purpose—like he’s determined to leave his mark on me, inside and out. I am more than okay with that.
His breath is hot against my ear, ragged and desperate, matching the erratic rhythm we’ve created.
“You love this,” he murmurs, his voice rough, edged with hunger.
It’s not a question—it’s a statement, a truth I can not deny. My body gives in, arching into him, meeting him stroke for stroke, chasing that addictive friction that has my head spinning.
Pleasure coils low in my stomach, tight and unbearable, threatening to escape me at any second. I claw at his back and shoulders, needing more, needing him to push me past the point of no return. The tension builds, our moans tangled in the dark, the air electric with heat and desperation.
And then—he shifts, angling his hips just right, and my world shatters. A strangled cry rips from my throat as I fall apart beneath him, pleasure crashing through me like a violent storm. He doesn’t slow, doesn’t let up, chasing his own release as my body clenches around him, pulling him deeper into my undoing.
His grip on me turns brutal and possessive, a final thrust sending him spiraling with me. A guttural groan vibrates against my skin as he spills into me, his body stiffening before finally collapsing against mine, our heartbeats pounding in sync.
The room is silent except for our ragged breaths, the aftershocks of our release still pulsing through us. He stays buried deep, his lips brushing over my shoulder in a touch so soft it almost doesn’t belong to the man who just ruined me.
I should feel exhausted and spent, but all I can think about is how badly I want him to do it all over again. I want him now and even in the afterlife.