Chapter 13 #2
I moaned and arched into him, wanting more. I’d never been one to be particularly vocal during sex, but everything was different with him. The noises fell from my mouth of their own accord and I wasn’t sure if I should be worried by them.
“So fucking sexy,” he murmured, releasing my nipple and pulling his hand from my shirt. He twisted and dumped me from his lap so fast, my heart leapt.
I landed on my back on his bed and watched as he slowly climbed on, eyes roving over me.
“Take your shirt off,” he ordered.
I lifted my upper body and grabbed the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head.
Before I could finish, he was there, doing it for me.
Patience didn’t seem to be his strong suit.
I smiled even as my bra quickly followed, then my pants.
My socks and shoes were gone just as quickly and I realized I was laid out on the bed for him like an offering.
“Now these.” His fingers traced the band of my panties and I squirmed.
I was suddenly very aware of the fact that he was still mostly dressed and I was bare before him. “Not fair.”
He quirked a brow at me. “Fair?”
“I’m naked and you’re not.”
His grin was feral and did strange things to my insides. “I don’t play fair.” He leaned down, his face a breath from mine, and whispered, “And neither do you.” Then his tongue was back in my mouth and I forgot what we were talking about as he kissed me long and deep.
My fingers threaded through his hair, tugging, as his lips trailed kisses along my jaw.
His hands were everywhere, cupping my breasts, then gliding over my hips.
He didn’t touch my pussy though. He teased me with his fingers sliding over the top of my panties and brushing my thighs, but never quite giving me what I wanted.
He sucked one nipple into his mouth and I cried out. My hips rose up, seeking the friction I desperately wanted, but he ignored me.
“Please,” I gasped.
“Hmmm?” He looked up at me, his fingers pinching my other nipple.
I moaned and he chuckled.
“You need something?” he asked, moving to the other breast.
“More,” I managed. “I need more.”
“More, what?” His tongue flicked the sensitive peak and my core clenched.
“I need you to fucking touch my pussy, Butcher,” I snapped, losing my patience.
“Good girl.” His tongue trailed down my stomach and he hooked his fingers under the sides of my panties, pulling them down. I lifted my hips to make it easier, then he was sliding them over my feet and tossing them over one brawny shoulder.
I expected him to dive in, but instead he sat back and looked down at me, his hands rubbing up and down my thighs. “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he whispered, his expression almost reverent.
Shaking my head, I tried—through my lust hazed mind—to figure him out.
He was a brutal killer. Which wasn’t a red flag.
At least not for me. But he also gave out compliments like they were candy.
I wasn’t sure how to react to them. To him.
The only thing people had ever complimented me on was my ability to kill, which he also seemed to like.
But being called beautiful? It made me uncomfortable almost as much as it made my insides melt.
“Stop thinking,” he ordered.
“Huh?”
“I can practically hear the gears turning. Stop thinking. Be here. With me. Right now.”
I blinked, realizing I’d spaced out. A slow smile spread over my face. “You’re demanding.” I liked it. I wasn’t used to men taking control. That was my job. But maybe, only with him, I could learn to let go.
“I’m an asshole,” he told me with a shrug. “That’s just part of it.”
“Hmm. Okay, asshole.”
He chuckled and the sound rumbled through me. I felt it between my legs.
“Now,” he said, his voice taking on a dangerous edge. “If you’ll stop thinking so damn much, I can eat your pussy.”
“By all means. Don’t let me stand in your way.” My voice was breathless with anticipation.
With a chuckle, he dropped down between my legs. His tongue slid through over my pussy and I moaned. My hips came up, my hands going to his head to keep him in place.
“More,” I groaned.
This time his chuckle vibrated against my skin and my eyes dropped close. His hands clamped around my thighs, his fingers digging in as he ate me. I couldn’t keep still.
When his tongue hit my clit I groaned from the wash of pleasure. “Oh fuck,” I hissed.
He worked his tongue and lips, teeth and fingers over my pussy and it was too much.
My thighs began to shake. He slid one long finger inside me and made a motion that had my back arching.
The sensations were too much. Too good. He used his free arm and anchored it over my hips, pinning me down to the bed as his tongue swirled around my clit.
He teased and tormented, bringing me to the peak, only to slow or change the rhythm, forcing me to start again. It was hell. It was heaven.
I wanted to claw his eyes out, but I was too busy fisting the blankets and sheets. Too busy trying to catch my breath as he worked my body as though he’d known me forever. “Stop,” I growled when he slowed once more.
I felt his smile more than saw it, but he listened for once. He went back to circling my clit and thrust a second finger into me.
“Yes,” I gasped. “Butcher!” His name was a scream as I exploded.
“Fuck,” he muttered, the fingers of his free hand digging into my hip while he held me still.
I was going to have bruises everywhere, but I didn’t care. The orgasm crashed through me and it was like being hit by lightning. My whole body seized and released. I felt boneless.
His mouth left my pussy and he was standing up, shedding his boots and jeans. Then he was there, naked, his cock jutting out, the head red and already dripping with pre-cum.
I licked my lips as I watched him. Reveling in the endorphins as his big body covered mine on the mattress.
I clamped my thighs around his hips, winding an arm around the back of his neck and jerking him down for a kiss. I enjoyed the way we wrestled with each other as we made love. My inside voice snorted in amusement at ‘make love.’ A yelp broke my words off as he slammed inside me.
He grabbed my chin, forcing me to stare into those mesmerizing eyes of his.
“I fucking love how mouthy you are. How talented you are.” I knew he meant at killing.
He pulled back and snapped his hips forward, filling me.
My groan of appreciation was swallowed up by another kiss.
When he broke it, he licked my face, and sank his teeth into my jaw.
I jerked away from his bite, scowling at him. “That hurt!”
“But you liked it.”
I paused at that and considered his words. He was right. The little bite of pain was only enhancing the pleasure I was feeling.
He caught my wrists as I shoved at his chest and pinned them to the mattress. He grinned down at me as he ground our hips together. “I already told you I’m an asshole, Terror. I’m used to doing whatever I want. It’s something you’ll have to get used to while you’re with me.”
It was almost like he wanted to say something else, but held back. I didn’t question it because he started fucking me and there was no way for me to hold back against the onslaught of sensations he was bringing to my body.
“I can’t,” I cried as he filled me over and over with his cock. It was hitting places that made fireworks explode behind my eyes, but I wasn’t sure I could climax again. It was too overwhelming.
“You can do it.” His eyes bored into mine. “Give me another.”
“Fuck!”
“Do it,” he growled. “That’s it. Just like that.” He was reading my body and knew I was giving in to his demands.
Some piece of me knew he’d just keep fucking me until I did what he wanted.
Not that I was ready to complain yet. I already knew what he was going to be like.
He was possessive, and territorial, a complete dick, but he would take care of any woman he loved like she was the most precious thing in the world.
When he wasn’t ordering her around anyway.
“Now, Terror.”
My whole body bowed and I screamed his name.
He thrust into me one last time, his whole body freezing as he came, his cock pulsing deep inside of me.
I opened my eyes and stared at him. We were both panting. Sweat gleamed on his skin. He was still inside of me, our bodies still joined.
He dropped his forehead to mine, his breath hot against my face.
“Damn it,” I sighed.
“What?”
“Nothing,” I muttered, because it was too late.
I’d forgotten to remind him about a condom.
Too wrapped up in him to think clearly. I was going to have to figure out a way to keep my head from getting all foggy around him because we were playing with fire.
I tracked my cycle religiously, so I was sure we were fine for now, but it wouldn’t take long before I’d be in deep shit if he kept coming in me.
“Why am I here, Butcher? Why do you insist on helping me?”
“Because.”
“That’s not an answer.”
“Terror,” he said, lifting his head and looking down at me.
“Yeah?” I wasn’t sure how I felt about the nickname he’d given me, but that wasn’t what was important here.
“Stop asking questions you don’t want the answer to.” When I narrowed my eyes on him, he shrugged. “You’re not ready.”
When I opened my mouth to argue, he kissed me. My eyes widened when I felt him growing hard inside me once more. When he began to move, I moaned. Could a girl die from too many orgasms?