Page 62 of Burning Truths

“You wanted me to show you who we were?” I say.

Her head bobs with unease, her chest lifting faster with each breath, but she drinks down her fear.

“This is who we are, Killer. Dangerous. Spiteful.” I pull her pants down past her waist. “Messy. Wild.” I fall to my knees between her thighs. “Dark. Twisted.” I drag her pants to her ankles pulling them the rest of the way to the floor. Her thighs lock around me but not in an attempt to pull me closer, no. Her head thrashes from side to side on the bed, fingers pulling at the skin around her nails, she panics.

Both hands start at her ankles and slowly I drag them up her legs. “You’re mine to worship, Killer.” My lips fall to her pale skin.

My eyes close when my tongue slips to slide against her flesh. I can feel her shivering beneath me but still I continue.

“I can’t.” She cries out.

Her shattered tone pushes me over the edge and I plunge into darkness. I’m so gone in my thirst for her that I ignore all pleas that fall from her lips. Using two fingers I shove her thong to the side and take in the sight before me. Even in the low light I can see how wet she is for me, scared, scarred, and broken yet she still craves my touch.

“I’ll never be able to take away what he did.” My mouth falls to her center pressing a kiss above her clit. “I can only blanket his pain with our own.” My teeth sink into her clit, sucking and nipping at the same time.

She lets out a low cry and followed by a raspy moan. Drinking her down, my tongue plunges deeper, pushing inside her, I taste my favorite fucking flavor. Her legs open and close around my head fighting a war inside her own. Coaxing her free from those thoughts with each thrust inside her. Using my thumb to apply pressure my eyes roll back at the overwhelming feeling of having my mouth on her.

“That’s it, baby.” I say against her wet skin.

Gripping both of her hips with my hands I press her harder into the bed holding her down while I fuck her with my mouth. Biting her clit she lets out another scream this time louder and goddamn if I don’t damn near bust in my jeans.

“Scream for me, Killer.” I growl against her.

Gliding my hand up her bare stomach, my fingers spread between her breasts, holding her down while my other hand joins my mouth. She claws at my arm but the pain is nothing compared to the ecstasy of her on my tongue. Pressing my thumb over her clit, rubbing circles over the swollen bud, my teeth clamp into her, while my tongue thrust inside. She shatters, spilling down my throat, I drink from her until she's a crying mess. Leaning back my gaze meets hers and for a moment my heart beats harder behind my ribs with the way she looks.Her blonde hair is wild, the brain almost completely ruined, and her red cheeks soaked with tears.

Licking my lips, I press my fingers into my mouth, cleaning the mess she made while her glassy eyes watch.

“You taste like a wicked dream and I never want to wake up.” My voice is low. Guttural.

She squirms beneath me, trying to climb the bed, and the look that crosses her face has me pausing. “Don’t worry, Killer. I don’t plan on fucking you tonight. The pain I force on you will never be more than pleasure.”

Leaning up on her forearms she lets her eyes trail over me. Looking away her teeth sink into her bottom lip. Her beauty rips open my chest with the need to fill her fractured pieces. We take each other in, her flushed skin, the way she sucks in a breath every time our eyes meet, and fuck me, when her lips part at the sight of my new ink.

“When?” She whispers into the air between us.

My fingers absently rub across the fresh tattoo over my heart.

“You stole something from me when you were taken.” I say, my words low, “Part of my soul left me that day and fuck, Killer. I couldn’t fucking breathe without you. Darkness engulfed me until all I saw was you.” Tracing the stem of the lily I move to the words below that.

You bleed, I bleed.

A tear slips down her cheek, “I don’t-” She breaks off letting out a sob. “Nothing makes sense anymore.” Sitting up she pulls her knees to her chest and wraps her arms around herself.

Climbing on the bed I pull her into me forcing her legs around my waist she lets her head fall to my chest. Ignoring the way her body feels against mine I let her lay on me until the tears run dry. She stays even when her cries slow. We lay there long after the moon rises high into the night. It’s not until a soft, sleepy, voice speaks that I realize she’s awake.

“I’ve always belonged to you.” She speaks softly.

My breathing slows. I’ve paused from rubbing her back and now there’s nothing but silence. It may be minutes or hours later but once my thoughts are finally still and quiet I speak into the darkness shrouding us.

“My heart beats in your chest, Killer. Our jaded fractured pieces were made for each other.” Kissing the top of her head my eyes close, “I love you, Kenna Kingston.”

Chapter Thirty

KENNA

A soft tapping on my bedroom door has me rolling over to face the direction the sound is coming from. Looking down, my gaze skates over my body, making sure I’m fully covered before responding.

“Come in.” I call out. The awareness of not knowing who it is is lost in the half asleep fog of my mind.

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