Page 37 of Warped

A smile spread across my face. “Is that why I never got to kill you? You did the same to me.”

She bit her lower lip, but it was to prevent her own smile, not because she felt bad. “Yeah. You have knife wounds, right?”

I nodded. “From you, I assume.”

“You assume correctly.”

I finished pouring our drinks and handed one to her. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She was wearing sweat pants, a t-shirt, and sneakers, with her hair tied into a loose ponytail, but even dressed down and with no makeup, she was breathtakingly beautiful. Her mouth was perfect, her bone structure delicate. She was tall and slender, her limbs seeming to go on for miles. The tattoos running down one arm gave her an edge, as did the dangerous glint in her eye. Everything about her fascinated me, and I felt like I’d happily spend every day for the rest of my life with her at my side.

And I couldn’t even remember the vast majority of the time we’d spent together.

I handed her the drink, our fingers brushing, sending sparks firing across my skin and heading directly down to my cock. My palms itched with my need to touch her. I wanted to push my fingers through her hair and press my mouth to hers. I wanted to be inside her, to claim her, to make her mine again. We had a space between us which I didn’t feel belonged there. I thought I’d been the type of man who’d always taken what he wanted, but for some reason I didn’t dare push Vee until she gave me a sign she was ready.

She took a sip of the whiskey, grimaced, and put it to one side.

“Not a fan of hard liquor?” I wondered if this was something else I’d forgotten, and why she’d not mentioned it when I’d poured the drink.

But she shook her head. “I am normally. I’ve not been feeling well for the past few days. The whiskey isn’t agreeing with me.”

I made her some hot tea instead, feeling strangely domesticated. She took it from me with one hand and smiled gratefully, then she reached up with her other hand, her fingers running through the scruff of my beard, her nails scraping the skin below. “I like it. It suits you.”

“I didn’t have it before?”

“No, you were clean-shaven. Or at least you were when I first met you.”

“Should I shave it off?”

“No. Keep it.”

Then she leaned into me and placed a kiss, soft and warm and sweet, against my lips.

I took her cup from her, not breaking the kiss, reaching blindly to place it on the counter. I pulled her into me, our kiss deepening. Her hands were around the back of my head, her fingers lacing in my hair. The soft swell of her breasts pushed against my chest. My hands found their way around her body, sliding down the long line of her back to the curve of her ass. My fingers tightened, squeezing her flesh beneath the sweatpants, dragging her closer. My balls tingled, tightening low in my groin as my cock swelled for her. Her tongue pushed into my mouth and I groaned, wanting to tear her clothes from her body. Our kiss deepened and I sensed the same urgency in her as there was in me.

I remembered the scarring on my body. Had she seen them already? I couldn’t remember telling her about it—in fact, I would need to ask her myself if she knew, see if she could fill in that part of my past. I didn’t think the story would be a pleasant one.

I broke the kiss to snag her t-shirt and lift it upward, pulling it over her head.

I stopped, frowning. A combination of the t-shirt and loose strands of hair from her ponytail had covered them before, but now I saw she had bruises, like fingerprints, around her neck.

I placed my fingers to the marks and she flinched away. “What are these?”

Her eyes slipped shut and she shook her head. “You didn’t think I’d get out of there completely unscathed, did you?” She took my hand and pulled it away. “It’s fine. We’ll deal with it later.”

Then she guided my hand to her breast, and though I hated the idea of someone hurting her, my lust for her won over. She wore a black lace bra, and I palmed the weight of her tit before slipping my fingers beneath the cup and pulling it down. I rolled her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, feeling it crinkle and harden. She moaned and pushed against me.

Wanting to feast on her, I reached behind her thighs with my other hand and scooped her up, lifting her so her ass slid onto the counter behind her. Ducking my head, I squeezed her breast and slid my tongue over the hardened peak, loving the taste of her skin. I sucked her nipple into my mouth, and her fingers laced through my hair. Pulling the cup of the bra down on her other breast, I moved my oral attention to that one, feeling the nipple pebble on my tongue. I sucked the peak deeper into my mouth and then drew back, my teeth gently catching and nibbling as I did so.

“Ah, fuck, X,” she moaned above me, her words making my dick rock hard. I wanted her so badly.

Leaving her bra so it was half on, the cups pulled down which served to push her already perky tits right up at my face, I got to work on her sweatpants. She toed off her sneakers, and then lifted herself slightly so I could pull the material of the pants and her underwear off in one go. I yanked it from her slender thighs and threw them to the floor.

With my hands either side of her ass, I buried my face between her legs. I was starving for her—something I’d missed so badly and yet had been unsure of what it was. I flattened my tongue and licked her from the base of her pussy, slowly right up and circling her clit and then back down again. She leaned back, her palms against the counter as support. The position lengthened her body and pushed out her breasts, though she looked down at me, her dark eyes intense with arousal.

I licked her again, tracing every line and fold of her labia, twirling circles around her clit each time I reached it. She squirmed against me, so I went deeper, spearing my tongue inside her and pushing as deep as I could go. My nose was buried in the small patch of curls above her clit, and the smell and tastes of her filled my senses.

I looked up at her again, watching to see her reaction to my administrations. Her ribs rose, her stomach undulating as she moved her body against my mouth. I watched her as my tongue pushed deeper inside her, her cream coating my tongue. Her perfect lips were parted slightly, her chest rising and falling with each staggered breath. She was insanely sexy and heartbreakingly beautiful.

My cock jerked in my pants. I wanted to be inside her.

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