Page 76 of Falling for a Killer

Painfully slowly, I drag her panties down her smooth legs without breaking eye contact.

She licks her lips slowly as she nods. “I can try.”

“That’s my good girl.” The second she’s bare for me, I inhale her scent and drop down for a taste, finding her hot and ready for me at the first swipe of my tongue. I can’t linger there like I want to, but I go until I feel her body tensing and then stand to free myself. “How much time do you think we have?”

Before she responds, I step in and slide inside her, the overwhelming sensation of coming home hitting me all at once and making me melt into her.

“Fuck it,” she whispers, curling one arm around my neck as she braces on the counter with the other. “Take what you need, baby. However long it takes.”

What I need is for her to promise me forever, but as I slowly slide in and out of her, I realize I don’t need to hear those words. She’s shown me every single day since we decided to take this leap, and every kiss she gives me is laced with that promise. This incredible woman has chosen me, and she isn’t the type to turn her back on someone once she’s opened her heart to them — especially if they give her that same devotion in return. “I love you. You feel like home.”

I crash my mouth to hers and pick up the pace, swallowing the moans she lets out as I drive myself deeper.

“I love you too,” she whispers between kisses, clenching around me as her body trembles.

“Wanted this every single day we were apart, love. I can still say without a doubt that I will never get sick of this. I’ll crave you in the afterlife, and even then you’ll be my captive.”

I told her to be quiet for me and here I am moaning into her ear like we’re the only ones in the house. Her hand clamps over my mouth as she leans back, lips parted in pleasure, and she’s so damn beautiful I almost blow at the sight.

With her hand muffling the noises, I get a little louder as I fuck her harder against the vanity, but suddenly, I want something much different.

I need her to see what I see.

Stepping back, my cock throbs in protest as I pull out of her. “Turn around. Don’t make a fucking sound.”

Her eyes widen for a moment, but she hops off the counter and spins for me anyway. “What are you going to do to me?”

“I want you to watch yourself take it,” I growl as quietly as I can, pushing her dress up above her beautiful ass and slappingthe skin. It’s too loud and I know it, but the way her body reacts is worth it. “Eyes on me.”

She glances up at the mirror as I shove myself inside of her again, so close to the edge I wish I’d have thought of this sooner. But here, I can see the slender curve of her neck, the way her dress teases what’s underneath, and the desperation on her face.

And she can see it, too.

“Go ahead, Joey,” I whisper, leaning in to ghost the words against her ear. “Tell me not to come inside you.”

Her breath catches as her pussy strangles my cock, but she shakes her head. “Fuck that, baby. Fill me up. Send me back to dinner with your cum dripping down my thighs.”

I hit the edge so fast I barely have time to grab a fistful of her hair to make her watch. It’s so fucking hard to stay quiet as I pump her full that I know I fail, and the desperate little whimper she lets out isn’t exactly quiet either.

Oh, well.

“Thank you,” Roo laughs. “I needed that.”

“Me too.”

I get her cleaned up and pocket her panties, then follow her back down to the dining room with a sheepish expression.

“We heard that,” Violet mutters. “We all heard that.”

Roo just shrugs as she takes a seat again, and I can’t find it in me to worry about it. Maybe I’ll care later about the way her dad struggles to meet my eyes again, but right now, all I feel is bliss.

Right now... all I feel is free.

Thirty-Nine:

Sirens

No one comes here. No one. Not neighbors or delivery drivers, not friends or family. No one comes to our cabin in Windwinter. So when I walk in the front door to see lights on, my blood runs cold.

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