Chapter 10 Remi
REMI
I’m only a little disappointed when Streeter thoroughly washes me in a shower that goes lukewarm entirely too fast. I understand why, because the thought of still being under the stream of water when it goes cold is miserable.
But I was still kind of hoping he’d touch me more.
That hope is reignited when he wraps his arm around my waist and practically drags me back to the bedroom while our skin is still damp and the chill in the air that isn’t quite taken away by the fireplace stings against my nerves.
It’s funny, because the way his hands on me makes me feel, it seems like I should be steaming the water right off my body.
It’s the only reason I have for letting this happen—the only reason I can think of for why I’m still not completely freaking out over the fact that I’m getting dragged to bed by a serial killer—mass murderer? Whatever.
Survival instincts.
Trauma response.
Really hot guy who is actually attentive to my needs and seems to… like me?
One of those is the right answer, and I don’t want to admit I’m probably broken enough that it’s obvious which one it is.
My reasons don’t seem to matter when Streeter pulls the towel from around my waist and pushes me back onto the bed.
The motion is precise in its roughness, and it makes me shiver for a reason that has nothing to do with the cold.
Apparently, he either went through things earlier while I wasn’t paying attention or he just has amazing intuition, because he turns around long enough to rustle in the bags by the door, and when he comes back, he has lube and a condom in his hands.
Fuck, am I really going to do this? Am I really that excited to do this?
From the way my cock is already hard—even in the chill—I’m guessing yeah.
Yeah, I really am going to do this.
I can’t remember ever having sex and really enjoying it… and there’s something about the heat in Streeter’s gaze that makes me think he’s going to completely ruin me for anyone else.
“Eager, Hummingbird?” That nickname zings along my nerves, making me shiver again before I scoot back and pull the covers over my body. I’m not sure if I’m doing it because I’m cold or because it’s embarrassing how much I want him, how much I want this.
Maybe it’s not any of that. Maybe it’s just the fact that if I’m going to die before I leave this cabin, I want to make sure I actually know what it’s like for someone to turn me inside out. I’ve read it enough times in books, but I’ve never felt it.
“I…” I trail off, trying to breathe past the flush of excitement and embarrassment that’s warring for control. Finally, I just press my lips together and nod.
That seems to be answer enough for him. Streeter runs his fingers through his hair, the golden gone dark with the dampness still clinging to the strands. He has no business looking like an absolute angel when I know what he’s done.
But maybe that’s still accurate.
Once upon a time, the devil was an angel too.
He certainly looks like the devil when a slow smile curls his full lips and he crawls across the bed, caging me in beneath the covers with his arms around my head.
“I…” I lick my lips and look up at him. Part of me wants to tell him to take it easy on me—part of me wants to beg him to be gentle. But… “You can make it feel good, right?”
Another part of me wants him to do whatever is going on in his mind to make his eyes burn like molten fire.
He grins and edges the cover down my body a slow inch at a time, drawing little shivers from me with the brush of the fabric.
“Don’t worry, Hummingbird. I’ll make it so good for you, you’ll barely remember your name.
” Streeter dips down, and his teeth graze along my shoulder, biting gently at my neck and making me whine.
“Better than anyone you’ve ever had or anyone you’ll have again. ”
I don’t miss the way he pulls back after that, his head tilting to the side and his eyes flicking across my face curiously.
“What?” I ask breathlessly, already so hard it almost hurts just from the feel of him pressing against me and the lingering sensation of his lips against my skin.
“I’m going to ruin you for anyone else, Hummingbird.” He leans in, and this time his mouth is pressed against mine when he speaks. “By the time I’m through, there won’t be an ever again.”
I’m not sure if he means he’s going to kill me when this is all over or he’s going to fuck me out of my mind…
I’m pretty sure in that moment, I’d agree to either if it meant he’d start touching me.
“Whatever you want.” It comes out before I have a chance to think it through. Did I just… offer to let him kill me? Maybe.
Shit, I don’t know anymore. I just know that a smile crosses his face and he licks my lower lip, the heat of his mouth burning in contrast to the cool air around us. “Dangerous promise,” he purrs. “Too bad for you… I’m going to make you keep it.”
God, I’ve never heard anyone sound sexy when they’re threatening me, but I’m pretty sure I’m developing a new kink.
I’m pretty sure Streeter is awakening a lot of things in me that I didn’t know were there.
And I’m pretty sure I’m going to die before he ever gets to the part where he fucks me if he keeps murmuring at me with that honeyed voice that seems so full of everything I’ve never had and all the dark places I’ve never thought to touch.
I’m not exactly confident when I reach up, but I wrap one arm around his waist and thread my fingers through his hair—even damp, it’s still so soft.
I don’t exactly pull him to me so much as lean up to him when I press my lips to his and rock my hips forward so he can feel exactly how much I want him.
How much my body seems to crave every bit of danger he embodies.
“Wanna know what I want?” Streeter’s eyes are full of wicked desire when he uncaps the lube. I expect him to pour it straight onto his cock—that’s what Trevor usually did. He’d fuck me hard and fast and tell me not to complain when he got out of bed right after.
Instead, Streeter slicks it over his fingers and trails them along the length of my dick before sitting back. His clean hand presses against my knee, pushing it forward so I can suddenly feel the cool air kissing against my hole.
“I—”
“I wanna watch you fall apart. How many times do you think you can come, Hummingbird? From the sounds of it, you haven’t had nearly enough orgasms.” And before I have a chance to process what he said, Streeter replaces the sensation of cold air with his lube-slicked finger and rubs it against my hole.
My entire body shudders at the sensation.
Any prep I’ve had before was always something I did prior to fucking, a quick thing that was perfunctory.
The same way his tongue lit me up from the inside out in the shower, his finger working and playing against my ass until he can slide one digit inside seems to be sparking little wildfires that make me completely forget the power is out.
I can’t think of anything but how thick his finger feels when he rocks it inside me, or how much I want more when he shifts to keep my legs apart so he can drop my knee and wrap his free hand around my dick.
“You can give me at least three, right, Hummingbird? Three isn’t asking too much.”
Three?
Three?
I shake my head, unsure if I’m telling him no I can’t, or no, I’ll die if you try.
I don’t know what I’m trying to say, because I nearly swallow my tongue trying to hold back the moan that threatens to tear from my chest when a second finger joins the first and he crooks them, stroking over my prostate in a slow, deliberate drag of pressure.
He sees it when I press my lips together, and his eyes narrow. Streeter’s fingers still, and the pressure of his hand wrapped around my cock is the only thing that keeps me from squirming. “What was that?”
God damn it, how does a near stranger, someone who has to have a really fucked-up psychology since he’s a murderer… How does he see me better than someone I was with for so long?
How does he read me like I’m an open book when I’ve made it a point my entire life to keep all my feelings to myself?
“I don’t… I mean… I didn’t think people liked…”
His gaze goes dark as realization seems to hit him.
“Someone told you not to make noise, right?” The barely contained anger in his voice makes my stomach clench.
Trevor said he didn’t like my face when I felt good, that my noises were distracting. It was easy to forget that when we were in the shower, or when I was on my knees for him. It was easy to forget a lot of things with Streeter… but now, with him looking at me…
My body had just gone back into the habit I’d formed for so long.
“I’m sorry.”
He withdraws his fingers and I open my mouth to tell him please don’t, that I’ll do whatever he wants as long as he keeps touching me…
but then they thrust back inside me and my entire body squirms with the fullness, with the way he twists his hand around my cock again and gives the head a stroke with his thumb, drawing a shudder from me.
“Fuck that bullshit Trevor told you,” he growls.
God, we just met but it’s like he’s in my head.
“You’re mine now.” He rocks his fingers into me again, pegging that sensitive place over and over again until I’m panting.
“Only mine. Don’t you fucking dare hold back, Hummingbird.
Sing for me—let me hear it.” He leans down as he says it, taking my nipple between his greedy lips and biting down.
He groans the next word against my sensitive skin. “Make me feel it. It gets me off.”
“Oh, God…” I can’t help the declaration any more than I can help the low moan that finally tears from my throat when he flexes his fingers inside me again, slipping a third in alongside the first two.
I’ve never felt so full in my life, and I know this isn’t even all of it.