Page 66 of Collateral Damage

“Yes…” Her voice is quiet and smothered in nerves. This time she doesn't want to touch herself.Needy Little Puppet. Gripping the back of my hand, edging me to release that agonising throb shooting through her core. This was still not an invitation to conquer her body but it was more than I needed to get my teeth grinding.

My middle and index finger find the crease between her pussy, already feeling how damp she is for me through the fabric. I buck my hips into her from behind pushing a high pitchsqueak out of her throat as she moves herself away from me in panic.

“Shhhh… Relax.” Almost instantly her muscles mould into mine, embracing my touch as my mouth does the talking against her skin, caressing her jugular with my lips listening to her unfold against me.“There’s agood girl.”

I tug on her pyjama shorts, moving them to give me access and already my fingers are submerged in her juices, parting my mouth to let a silent sigh of pent-up need escape me. I run my fingers against her glossy lips, harshly biting my bottom lip to contain the throb crippling my pelvis. She’s so fucking soft I’m salivating, eager to eat her from the inside out. I circle her clit gently, feeling her jolt like a frightened puppy as my other arm slides underneath her head, my palm finding her throat as I rest it to keep her head secure.

“You’re already soaked,Puppet.” My hand eases around her throat a little tighter the more noise she makes, chasing that high she so desperately craves, her broken whimpers fuelling me to lash my fingers over her sweet spot until she’s a puddlefor me.I may know nothing about relationships, but I know how to work my way around a woman's body and the tension in her stomach muscles paint a volatile smirk across my face as I pull my strings, watching how I manipulate her body when she surrendersto me.She will come undone for me and I will take great pleasure in feasting on her demons.

She is without a voice, trying to mumble profanities underneath her breath as I indulge in her honey, playing with it between my fingers.

“What was that,Princess? I didn’t quite hear that?” She seals her mouth shut and she will learn that gets her nowhere. I inch my fingers inside her tight little hole and her mouth bursts open, yelping out a whine.

“I want to hear you.”

My teeth find the ravine in her neck, drawing out those sweet moans as she grinds against the palm of my hand, riding in that bliss between her thighs.

“So needy for me…” I will play with what'smineuntil I'm satisfied. I’m enjoying this little game.

The only release she will be gifted is on the end of my fucking tongue.

Where it belongs.

I want to taste that first time like it’s my last meal.

C H A P T E R 39

WILLING SURRENDER

Puppet

Ican barely think, shaking on the end of her fingers trying to keep myself together but I'm cracking. This feeling is so overwhelming and I don't know what to do with it. This burning pressure is trying to claw its way out and my mouth is uncontrollable, moaning like a pathetic little bitch. I know she is loving every second of this. This is exactly what she wanted and I don't know what I hate more. That she most likely planned this, or that I finally fell straight into it but this need has been niggling ever since that night in the woods. The throb I felt, the way my body willingly surrendered without my consent. Iwantthat again. Ineedthat again.

She rubs my sensitive flower until I am quivering against her, wanting so desperately to say her name.What is wrong with me?

Suddenly she slows to a halt. Resting her parted lips against my shoulder blade.

“Hayden…” The palm of her hand finds my mouth in the stillness of the night.

“The only way you will be cumming,is on my tongue.Are you prepared for that?” My entire face heats up as her vulgar words hiss down my ear. There is no way I am ready for that. I shake my head and shrug my shoulders againsther grip remembering how soft her tongue was against my inner thigh.“Well, you know what I said. And I will happily wait.You’re a delicacy Alora.I want all of you when you willingly surrender yourself to me.”A delicacy?I swallow my insecurities, clinging to her words like my lifeline. She will not give me this until I spell it out, but I am not ready and somehow she knows that, wrapping me back up in my blanket, pulling me into her body for comfort.

“What if I'm never ready?” Her arms wrap around my chest, squeezing me into a bear hug as she fiddles with my hair.

“Then never, I'll wait.”

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“Anything?” I yell, as she crawls in from outside, completely drenched, her shirt see through and her hair a messy mop on her head, running her hands through it to squeeze out the excess water before she drips all over the floor. We're in the middle of a thunderstorm and I am petrified of them, hiding under the blanket with Shep like a baby while she went to check the power lines. She'd already attempted the power and it's completely dead.

“Nope.”

“Great.”I fiddle with my hair, trying to ignore the thunder rattling the house but my heart is pounding so vigorously it might just penetrate my chest.“As if I wasn't bored enough already.” I burrow underneath the blanket.

Play - ‘Shameless – Camila Cabello’

“I'm sure we can kill time.” Rumbles echo through the entire building, shaking the foundations making me flinch.“What's the matterPuppet? Are you scared?” I've never enjoyed these. They hold a magnitude of darkness that consumes your entire being. You can feel it in your core. It's destructive, dangerous.

“I don’t like thunderstorms.”

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