33 #3
He looks so wicked, so unhinged like this, a shiver passes over me although I’m the one with the weapon.
But his words make my confidence swell, and I leap delicately from the counter, splaying my fingers on his chest. He allows me to push him back step by step, pausing only when we reach the nearby sofa.
I give him a final shove to indicate what I want.
Grinning, he lowers himself onto the cushions, shoulders braced against the armrest. I clamber on top of him, straddling his waist and trailing a finger from his sternum down to his belt.
His heavily scarred skin is uneven, yet still smooth over the ridges of his abs.
Just touching him like this, having him at my mercy instead of the other way around, sends a jolt through my core.
“It doesn’t seem right for you to be this beautiful,” I say before I can reconsider.
Slade arches a brow. “Talin, have you seen yourself? If anything isn’t right, it’s how tempting you are.
You’re lucky it’s taken me this long to lose control.
” He grips one of my ass cheeks, nails digging in.
“I know you don’t feel beautiful. I know you’re self-conscious about the effects of the Bloodrot, but that’s nonsense.
” As he continues speaking, he traces the dark lines on my forearm.
“It only shows you’re willing to do what others are not.
There’s nothing sexier than a woman capable of terrible things. ”
“I’m not sure most people would agree.”
“Most people are fucking pathetic,” he says.
Then he chuckles, tipping his head back to expose his throat.
I bend forward to bite it, suddenly unable to bear another moment without tasting him.
There’s a pleased rumble deep in his chest, and he moves to grant me better access.
I nip my way up his neck, then along the line of his jaw, stopping when I reach the delicate skin beneath his ear.
His breathing has turned shallow, and I’m deliriously pleased by the effect I’m having on him.
I pull away and sit up again, denying him even a moment to recover before I draw the knife lightly across his breastbone.
His eyes snap open, locking with mine. In my periphery, a thin line of blood swells.
Without looking away from him, I bend to press my mouth to the cut, then kiss the center of his chest, leaving an onyx imprint of my lips there.
I wipe my mouth with a thumb, tasting iron.
It’s no different than the taste of the blood running through my own veins.
“Damn it, Talin,” he mutters, something like awe lacing my name.
I press the point of the knife to his skin again, this time letting it grace over his ribs. He lets his head fall back the rest of the way with a groan. It’s so erotic, so absurd, I can’t help but smile. “You like to hurt, but you like to be hurt too?”
“Surprised?”
“A little.”
He draws himself up to face me again. “Aren’t you the same?”
“Yes,” I admit. “It’s just not the first thing that comes to mind when one thinks of romance.”
“Well, I’m not romantic. I don’t do love.”
I snort, watching with intrigue as the first of the cuts begins to reseal itself. “You don’t do love?”
“No.” Slade’s expression is dark. “I don’t know that I’m capable of it. My version, I believe, is being obsessed with someone past the point of all reason.”
“I see.”
“Does that bother you?”
I hold the blade to his neck, the very point of it resting in the shallow dip at the base of his throat. I begin to press it in, little by little, my stomach fluttering as I watch the lines of his face contort. “Does what bother me?”
“I can’t love you, Talin.”
I push the knife in farther, feeling him stiffen beneath me. “I didn’t ask you to.”
Then, so quickly I think it surprises both of us, I wrench the blade free and plunge it into his stomach. Slade hisses a breath out between his teeth, sitting up and yanking it loose to toss it aside. A steady flow of dark blood trickles into his waistband. “That was rather aggressive.”
“I guess you should have let me come.”
His growl is low, bemused. “I suppose you’re right. Let me rectify that.”
Somehow he manages to switch our positions, rolling me onto my back so that he can stand.
His belt comes off, and I watch in brazen eagerness as he unzips his trousers, letting them drop a heartbeat later.
My mouth dries. In fairness, I’ve been with more women than men, but his cock is easily the largest I’ve seen.
He fists his hand around it, watching my face in the dim light.
I have no idea what he sees there, though I can tell my cheeks are burning.
“There are several ways I’d like to go about this,” he says, “but I’ll go easy on you to start.”
I press my lips together as he lowers himself on top of me, gripping the back of my neck with one hand as he teases my entrance with the other. “Hurry up,” I manage to bite out. I don’t want him to go easy on me, but at this point I don’t care to argue. I just want him inside of me.
Slade laughs softly. “So impatient.”
When he enters me, there’s no easing in. He doesn’t go gently. I’m slick enough that there’s little resistance, and I gasp as the entire length of him fills my core, stoking the flames inside me ever higher. “Shit. My god.”
“That’s right.” His hand comes around to the side of my neck, his thumb pushing into the underside of my chin. I can hear the smile in his voice as he lowers his mouth to whisper in my ear. “I am your god, little sinner. And don’t you fucking forget it.”
The next time he pumps into me, I tip my head back and let myself burn.