Page 27 of Scorching Lies

“Guess I crave the feel of monsters on my skin.”

For a moment I wonder if he heard me. My words spoken on an exhale, so soft a breeze would carry it away. Fingertips touch theside of my neck, sweeping my hair back, revealing smooth skin for the snake to sink his teeth into.

Licking up my neck, he stops at the base below my ear, “What a shame it would be to taint the lilies with your blood. Then again, spill yours and I’ll spill mine. I just know we’d make the perfect color to paint the garden the deepest red.”

Kissed wet my neck, my body tenses when he nips at my jawline, “I promise to bury us in the lilies, Killer.”

Shuttering under his touch, chills spread down my spine, my core clenching with need and I fight it with everything I have.

“Us?” My question falls from trembling lips.

“You bleed, I bleed. But don’t worry, baby. I’ll make it feel so fucking good for us both.”

A warm hand glides up my waist, ghosting over my breast, skating across heated skin, until it lands just over my throat. Hovering mere inches away, he waits to touch me.

“I’m going to show you how soft your skin feels under my touch.”

When his hand finally, fucking finally, claims it’s home around my throat my pussy weeps with the sensation. Having his strong body behind me while holding my life in his hands has a way of making me come undone.

Kissing up and down my neck his other hand undoes the button on my jeans slowly inching my pants lower. By the time he has my jeans down to my ankles my thighs are soaked. Tears spring to my eyes with his hold on my airway. Dragging in ragged breaths, my heart pounds in my ears, covering any words that are spoken against my skin. Dipping his fingers into my thong I can feel his moan vibrate against my hammering pulse.

“Fuck, you are so soaked for me, my little slut. You never let me down.”

He swirls my wetness around my entrance. My eyes slam closed, the overwhelming feelings floods me as he inches a finger in me slowly. Excitement surges through me when his hand clenches around my neck, my pussy dripping for him. Turning my head, my eyes lock with blown out pupils that seem to grow with every passing second.

“Eyes on me, Killer. I want you to see what I do when I touch you.”

Nodding, words unable to form on my tongue, I wait for what comes next. Reaching behind him, something snaps but his hand is back between my legs before my next breath. Something cold and soft sends a shudder through me.

“My girl loves lilies, doesn’t she?” He asks.

Unable to respond, my head bobs in agreement. His eyes drop to my mouth as I lick my lips. A wicked grin appearing on his. “Good girl. Now fuck my hand and let me see you come undone for me.”

Two fingers sink knuckle deep inside me, but cool softness circles my clit. What? Before I can ask anything, my legs are shaking with my building orgasm. His fingers loosen their hold around my throat, letting me lean against his chest so he can see between my legs. Wild, hungry eyes flick from my core to my face over and over.

“Look what only I can do to you.” He orders.

Snapping my gaze below I see a green stem sticking from between his fingers, an orange lily pressed against my clit, while his fingers plunge into me over and over again.

Ohhh fukkkk.

My legs shake, so god damn close to the edge, when he twists the flower over my clit, using it to pinch the sensitive spot. My stare jerks to his, our eyes clashing, need drowning me from the inside out. Slamming his mouth to mine he dominates every inch of me.

Teeth, tongue, anger, it all boils over with each plunge of his fingers.

Biting my lip, he breaks the skin, “Fuck, I want a taste.”

Pulling his fingers from me, he spins me, guiding me to the stone bench and dropping me down on the cold seat. Falling to his knees, his eyes never leave mine, both of our chest heaving with each breath. Lashing out, he drags my mouth back to his for a bruising kiss, but when he pulls away he takes the soaked lily that he just used to fuck me, and smears it over my lips.

“Open that filthy fucking mouth, Killer.”

Not missing a beat my mouth falls open. Shoving the petals in my mouth his eyes dilate with the sight before him. Legs over his shoulders, skin flushed, and a flower stem sticking out of my mouth. What a fucking mess he must see.

Leaning his mouth closer to my core, his hot breath fans across my sensitive skin, “I want to taste what I do.” Is all he says before his mouth is on me.

Licking the seam of my pussy sends me to the edge but I still need a push. Sensing how close my body is to letting go, hespears his tongue inside me, using his thumb to rub my clit. It’s all too much. The taste of me on my tongue, the soft petals filling my mouth, his tongue inside me, it’s all overwhelming.

“That’s it, baby. It’ll only be me. No one can fuck you this good with their mouth. Even hate can’t keep our demons from each other.”

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