Page 89 of Sinful Sacrifice

“I love you, Damien,” she whispers, slipping her hand from my fist up to my neck, smoothing her nails over the skin.

I clasp my hand around her wrist and force her to dig her nails deeper into my skin. I want her to mark and sink her entire being inside me.

And she does.

“You’re my protector.” She stands on my feet to give herself better height and hovers her lips across from mine. “The only man in this dark world I trust and ever want to touch me is you.”

I bite into my lip, miserably suppressing a groan, when she plunges her nails into my neck.

“Say it again,” I demand. The tenderness that occupied my voice earlier is now long gone.

Madness swirls inside me as I need her to say those words like a broken record.

“I love you, Damien,” she says, her lips brushing mine with each word. “I’m yours.”

“That’s right. All mine.” I nip at her lip before biting into it, tugging it back as if I want to rip it apart and consume her. “Prepare for me to fuck what’s mine, baby.”

That beautiful blush appears on her cheeks.

“That pink,” I say in wonder. “Let’s see how it compares to your pussy lips.”

She gasps when I hoist her on the island, spread her toned thighs as wide as possible, and settle between them. Her body trembles as I smooth my hands over her legs. The softness of her skin is a luxury against my callous palms. Resting one hand on her knee, I slip off her panties and open my mouth, allowing spit to drop from my lips onto her waxed pussy.

“I’m going to dominate this body,” I say, slapping her pussy and smearing my spit all over it. “And you’re going to let me, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” she moans, throwing her head back.

I’m going to prove exactly what she said.

That she’s goddamn mine.

That includes every inch of her sexy-as-hell body.

I might’ve said those cherished three words gently.

But that gentleness is gone.

The chandelier above the island provides enough light to fit the requirements of a surgical room. I’ve never seen Pippa’s pretty pussy as on display as this. It’s glistening, pink, and so ready for my mouth.

I crack my neck and flex my fingers like a man ready to start a hard day’s work.

“The color of your pussy and your blushing are my favorite pinks,” I say, teasingly running a finger along her slit. “So beautiful, baby.”

Cupping each ass cheek in my hand, I lift her pussy to my mouth. She moans as I lick from right above her asshole to her pussy. Her body shudders, and she squirms in my hold as I shove three fingers inside her.

I lower my face and devour her sweet pussy.

I suck on her clit.

As I eat her, I mutter, “I love you,” against her folds.

I tongue it from side to side, moaning, “You’re mine.”

I wasn’t lying when I told her the world could be ending around us and she’d still have all my attention.

My sweet ballerina, falling in love with the cold-blooded killer.

I slide half her body off the edge, giving myself a better angle, and in a matter of seconds, she comes all over my face.

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