Page 59 of Devilish Ink

“No,” I said.

Ry arched a jet-black eyebrow.

“No?” she asked, voice still a little thick from sleep, but seductive, nonetheless.

I shook my head. “You didn’t smell anything, I’m afraid.”

She narrowed her eyes. “I didn’t?”

I crossed toward the stove and switched off the burner. Shame, I thought distractedly, the blood pudding was cooked to absolute perfection.

But I had something better to eat.

When I turned around, Ry had her palms flat on the island behind me. My coat opened just enough that I could make out the curve of her breasts. Naked as a newborn beneath it.

“You really should get that nose of yours checked out,” I said, unable to tear my eyes away from her beautiful body, my cock pressed painfully against my jeans.

“Guess I’ll book an appointment then.”

I blocked her path, pushed her back against the counter, boxed her in with my arms.

“There’s no one else foryouout there,” I whispered.

I pressed my hard cock against her lower stomach and she let out a low moan. I leaned over her to nip at her earlobe.

“There’s no one formeout there,” I said softly into her ear, relishing the scent of her lavender shampoo.

Ry’s fingertips played at the waistband on my boxers, brushed along the coarse hair of above my groin, teasing me, moving so fucking close. Yet never close enough.

She stretched up onto tiptoes and blazed a trail along the pulse in my neck with her tongue.

“Where did they go?” she whispered.

“They never existed,” I said, twisting her hair tightly in one hand, twisting it once more as she hissed and bit my jaw. “You’ve always been mine. Even before I found you.”

I pulled Ry’s hair till her throat was exposed to me. With my tongue I traced her tattoos. I pressed my lips to the faint bruising from my hands. I scraped my teeth along her throbbing vein.

“Now that I’ve found you,” I whispered to her collarbone, “there will beno oneelse. Nothing between us.”

“There’s still this fucking coat,” she said, lips curling wickedly as she arched her back.

I had Ry up on the counter before she could even gasp in surprise. My fingers tore at the coat. Like it wasn’t the only one I owned and it wasn’t the dead of winter. Like I had no need for it all as long as I had the woman beneath it.

I flung my coat somewhere behind me. It might as well have been over the edge of the cliff.

I had Ry now. Her warm, soft tits, her belly already fluttering, her fingernails scraping along my forearms as I pushed her back on the kitchen island.

Whatever was on the counter before us was now on the floor. If something shattered, we didn’t hear it. If something spilled, we didn’t care.

Parting her legs was easy. Ry’s heels dug painfully into my shoulders as her head tilted back over the edge of the island. It was pure debauchery, us writhing on the cheap laminate.

I sucked at her clit. Lapped and licked.

When Ry bucked from the intensity of it, I flung an arm across her hips like a seatbelt to keep her in place.

I slipped a finger inside of her and her cries mounted, the calm of morning broken beyond repair.

Drawers and their contents rattled beneath us as Ry’s fists grabbed at the counter beside her and rocked her pussy into my face.

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