Page 107 of Beautiful Prey

I kissed the fullness of his bottom lip, then the upper where one scar connected to the next scar. His breathing changed. When I flicked out my tongue a little, cautiously coaxing him to respond, he inhaled sharply and kissed me back, hungry and desperate now, leaning in to press his hard body against mine. He moved against me and I felt his cock harden between us,pressing against my stomach, ready for another round. His hand grabbed a fist of my hair as he tilted my head back and kissed me deeper, biting my bottom lip, making me gasp.

He trailed down my neck, biting there too, then came my breasts, as he took one nipple into his mouth.

A moan crawled up my throat. Fuck, I loved that mouth.

His tongue lingered there, then trailed up my neck, lapping up water, making me shudder. I saw him stroking his cock. Unthinking, I pressed my hips to his, grinding against him. I was surprised when he responded by grabbing my hips and turning me around so my back was to his chest. He spread my legs, then slid two fingers inside me. I felt my muscles clench around him as he stroked, making me moan again. His other hand encircled my throat, squeezing a little this time, but I didn’t mind. I gripped his wrist as he ground against me from behind.

“You want to know a little secret?”

I bit my lip, my mind focused on his painfully slow strokes. But still, I asked, “What?”

“I was so pissed off the whole time I was…hunting you.” He shrugged in a sort of apology. “And when I tied you up, I didn’t think I had room for any other emotion. And yet—” He chuckled. “Ah, Evee, you worked me up even then.”

I inhaled as he moved his fingers back and forth in a way that set my body on fire all over again. “What do you mean?”

“I got hard a few times. I thought I blocked you out but you still had that hold on me. I thought I’d lose it when you ground up against me that time in the kitchen, remember that?”

I wasn’t likely to forget. My body throbbed as I moved my hips.

“You were a little brat for that one.” He smiled as I flushed, his fingers sliding out to swirl around my clit before dipping back in. I shuddered as I felt myself on the verge of climaxingagain, as his other hand slipped from my throat to take hold of my jaw.

“Maybe that was just the circumstance, but…seeing your clothes did it too. I think it was your scent on them. Then when you were tied up in the back seat…imagining what I could do.” His smile dropped, his eyes darkening. “That made me feel the worst. Got me a little more pissed off. More at myself. But I realized I just wanted you too much, it was too late for me even then.” His fingers moved faster as I squirmed. “I don’t think I was ever going to stop wanting you, Evee.”

I clamped my mouth shut as the cry ripped up my throat, the climax hitting hard as his fingers kept moving. He kissed me then, swallowing my scream.

My body convulsed against his, jerking, writhing. Purposefully, I pressed my body to his and ground my ass against him. He groaned, pressing me to the shower wall. He slid into me, and I cried out as the heat engulfed me with his thrusts, so possessive it took my breath away.

He came in me, his body tensing up like before, throbbing, a moan slipping through his teeth. I knew we were playing a dangerous game, letting this happen again in a short period. I didn’t think of the future because right now it didn’t matter to me. There was just him.

When we could calm down enough and stop touching, we washed ourselves. I told him not to put his clothes back on yet and I didn’t put on my robe; I threw them in the washer that was in the cellar instead. He was too big for my clothes, but he said he still had the clothes from St. Agnes upstairs in the truck.

As he went to grab them, I put on a pair of house shorts and a shirt. When he came back down wearing the suit from St. Agnes, I had to shove away the memory of what he did to get free of that place. I didn’t want to know the details, didn’t want to see that ugly side of Emery anymore. It was selfish and crazy. I knewI would have to acknowledge it again. But I told myself “later”. Right now, I just wanted to have this moment with the Emery I loved. The Emery who didn’t want to be a monster.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

Eve…

A whisper.

Eve…

In my head.

A roar, somewhere far away.

Burning.

Louder. Louder.

EVE.

My eyes flew open. The scream dissolved in an instant as did the roaring.

I stared into the dark. I wasn’t sure whose voice it had been, but my heart was pounding, nonetheless. I lay still, very still, my mind coming back to reality, my eyes searching the room. There was only a soft light coming from the living room, from the TV. Otherwise, there were only the twisted shadows and shapes of things in the darkness.

Behind me, I heard a sigh and felt the breath against my neck. A heavy arm that wrapped across me held me closer.

I closed my eyes, enjoying Emery’s warmth surrounding me.

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