Page 16 of Stalking His Assassin

"What do you want, little wolf?"

I lift my lips to his, but before they connect, he pulls back, denying me.

"I want the words," he commands.

"Kiss me. Please. I want you to kiss m?—"

Before I can finish begging, his lips crash against mine in a searing kiss. I feel clumsy since this is my first-ever kiss, but he doesn't seem to mind. His tongue slicks over my bottom lip,and I part mine with a gasp that turns into a needy moan when his tongue dips inside to stroke over mine. It's a delicious, wet glide that is better than anything I have ever imagined. Now I know why Harper dumped Andy for being a bad kisser; kissing is amazing.

I drop the knife in favor of burying my fingers in Christos's hair. It's the first time I've willingly disarmed myself when faced with potential danger. Right now, the danger isn't a threat against my life, more a threat against my sanity because, with every drag of his tongue over mine, I'm growing closer to spontaneous combustion.

My lips are tingling, my nipples are hard peaks that are begging for attention, and my pussy is wetter than it has ever been. I have no thoughts in my mind other than how to feel more. I wrap my legs around Christos and moan at the way his hard length presses against my pussy.

"Naughty girl," he growls against my lips making me shiver. "Such a needy little thing."

"Please…" I mewl, rocking up against him, seeking more.

"You want me to make you come, little wolf?"

"God, yes."

He pulls away from me, and I whimper at the loss of his weight over me.

"I'm only giving you one chance to change your mind. Once I make your pretty pussy come, you're mine. Do you want that, little wolf? Do you want to be mine?"

I try hard to think why I wouldn't want to be his. Of course, I want this. Want him. My body has completely overridden all logical thought. There's no overthinking everything and no analyzing all the possible outcomes, not when this feels inevitable. Us ending up like this feels right. I'm terrified to think too hard about it right now, though. The thought that I'm readyto surrender to Christos makes me vulnerable, and I don't do vulnerable.

He cups my face and runs his thumb over my cheek.

"Just say the word, and this stops," he says with the kind of tenderness that's never been directed toward me by anyone.

A fission of panic cuts through my heart at his words. "I don't want to stop," I say in a rush.

The weight of him returns all at once. His lips devour mine, making our kiss from before seem like a platonic little peck. Every slide of his tongue comes with a thrust of his hips that has his dick rubbing against my pussy. If I wasn't wearing shorts right now, my thighs would be soaked with my arousal. With how Christos is pressed against my core, there's no way the front of his underwear isn't soaked as well. The idea of him being wet with my juices has me grinding my hips against his every movement. I want to rub myself all over him. Claim him like he's claiming me.

Everything we're doing feels so damn good, but I want more. He breaks our kiss to trail kisses down my neck to my chest. He reaches the top of my tank and stops. Before I can complain, he literally rips it from my body. I should be outraged, but it's so fucking sexy, and I don't care if he rips every shirt in my closet off me.

He cups my breasts, teasing the tips with his thumbs. I arch my back into his hands, wanting more. I feel like this whole moment is nothing but me wanting more. Then his lips tease my nipples in the most delicious way. I didn't realize how sensitive my nipples are. He licks and sucks first one nipple then the other. I feel an echo of pleasure with every lick and suck in my clit.

I grind against him, chasing that elusive orgasm. I want it bad, and I know Christos can give it to me. His mouth descends, kissing and nipping down my stomach until he reaches thewaist of my sleep shorts. He quickly pulls them off, leaving me completely bared to him. I'm disappointed that it's so dark in here. I want to see him. Watch everything he's doing to me. Next time, I'll make sure the lights are on so I can see it all.

His hands trail up my legs in a sensual caress, dragging out the anticipation. He pauses when he touches the bandage on my thigh.

"Why didn't you tell me you're hurt?" he growls.

"It's nothing. Please don't stop."

"I'm not stopping, little wolf. I'm going to eat your sweet pussy until you soak my face with your come while you tell me about this," he says, circling the edge of the bandage as if he's trying to gauge how injured I am.

My heart clenches at his concern. No one has ever worried about my injuries before. It should make me uncomfortable because he knows I have a weakness, but it doesn't. I find that I want to tell him about it. I want him to show me that he cares.

He spreads my thighs wide, being careful with my injured leg. If I'm being honest, it's sort of fucking with my head to try and fit this caring man in the same shoes as the ruthless assassin that's been obsessed with catching me for years. I don't have time to contemplate more because his mouth is on me.

He's not tentative with his touches. He dives into my pussy like he's devouring his favorite treat. His tongue circles my clit, then plunges inside me so he can fuck me with it. It feels unbelievably amazing. The scruff of his beard adds another layer of sensation to the pleasure he's giving me. I'm moaning and practically humping his face like I'm in heat. He pulls away, and I whine.

"Don't stop!" I shout, outraged because I was so close.

"Tell me about the bandage, or I'll stop," he threatens.

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