Page 57 of The Killer Who Kept Me

“Saros, please.”

He pulled off and looked at me. “You’re delicious.”

“I…I want to feel you, inside, please?” I sounded like an idiot, I was sure, but Saros only smiled brighter and kissed me until I was dazed.

“We go slow, Em. I’ll try not to hurt you but the reality is, it does hurt a little, though I promise that only lasts a short time. And then I’ll make you forget.”

“Yes.” I gripped Saros’s arms. “I want that—make me forget.”

“There’s one thing.”

I blinked at him. “What?”

“Condoms.”

Oh, shit…right.“I don’t have any.”

“I know. I do, but…” He scratched the back of his neck, obviously nervous. “You’ve never been with anyone, and it’s been a while since I have, and I’ve been tested since.”

“You want to go raw, right? That’s what you’re asking, because if you are, then yes, I want that. If you’re not, please forget I said raw.”

Saros laughed. “Yes, that’s what I meant.”

“Good. Okay, yes please.”

He pulled his shirt off, followed by his boxers, and I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He had to know he was gorgeous. He took care of his body, and I was sure many people told him how beautiful he was.

“Wow!” My eyes couldn’t get bigger. “You’re fucking hot!”

“You’re good for my ego.”

I snorted. “Like you need anyone stroking your ego…this, though.” I reached out and grabbed his cock with my uninjured hand, and fuck he was hard, heavy, and hot.

“Damn, Em.”

“You’re huge.”

“It’ll fit; I just gotta open you up.”

I nodded. “Tell me what to do.”

“Lie back.”

I did, and Saros gently spread my legs. He bent them at the knees and pushed them to my chest.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Yeah, what are you doing?”

“You’ll see.” He cackled. Honest to God, like a villain in a cartoon.

“What do you mean I’ll see—oh, my fucking hell!” I shouted—screamed, really. There was no way whoever was sleeping in myold room didn’t hear me, but Saros swiped his tongue over my hole and…Fuck, he did it again.

“Yum.” Saros grinned and then shoved his face into my ass and ate me as though he were a starving man.

He was driving my body, making me feel things I never had before, and if I didn’t know the mattress was underneath me, I’d have sworn I was flying.

“Close,” I gasped.

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