Page 60 of Voracious

I can’t tear my eyes off her as I go into the adjoining bathroom and take the coldest shower I possibly can. The icy water isn’t enough to counteract having everything I want on the other side of the door.

I’ve never showered quicker in my life and my hellion is laid with her head hanging over the edge of the bed when I step out of the bathroom. She’s not listening to her book but watching something and I don’t disturb her as I lay on the side closest to the door. She jackknifes up, pulls her earphones out, and her authoritative voice comes out.

“Why am I in your bedroom?”

Because it’s ours.

I don’t like the space between us and pull her closer so she’s straddling my waist, if she goes further down there’s going to be an assumption, so I hold her nape with one hand, the other goes to her thigh.

“I want you here, every night and every morning.”

Her smile comes back seeing my sincerity and I pull her down to lay on my chest.Ana is the sweetest killer in existence as she kisses under my jaw and works her way up. No one has ever noticed that scar before, it’s the only one I have on my body that wasn’t from fighting but trying to break one up. She softly marks a path from my jaw to my lips as she makes soft spirals against my temple, and I map her body with my hands. Fuck me, those soft moans are barely audible, but they vibrate through her mouth into mine.

My hellion smirks against me and shuffles her ass down, knowing I’m gone for her in every meaning of the word. She gasps into my mouth as I flip her onto her back, there’s no fearin her eyes but she’s too in control. I want — need — her to be lost like me. Sitting up on my knees, I massage her thighs that are hugging my hips, readying to ask if she wants me to stop when she traces my body with those magnificent eyes. Her gaze stops on my crotch, specifically my dick trying to escape, and she lightly laughs as she says, “I thought you’d be small.”

I look down then back to her because I have no idea what gave her any idea of my dick size, but she gives me insight to her thoughts.

“When you were pushing my head you did it in short strokes, so I thought you had a small dick. It’s not a bad thing.”

She tacks the last bit on like I’m offended. I don’t assign my value to the size of my dick, that’s in those unique fucking eyes looking up at me with a smile.I don’t tell her that the whole TRR shit was pissing me off, or that I didn’t want to risk anyone seeing her face.

Her expression changes and focuses on my chest as she hesitantly mumbles, “I trust you. I know you won’t hurt me.”

She’s talking to herself, but I’ve never felt so fucking honored in my life. Flicking back up to me, she blows out a breath and smiles again.

My gratitude comes out as I kiss her cheek and softly ask, “Want me to stop, lisichka?”

My dick isn’t the most important thing in the room, I can live without release, as much as her rage is fucking terrifying, hurting her is a bigger fear. My name will never be among the fuckers who have branded her body or made her need to live in her head.

Her sweet voice comes out as she strokes my back. “No, I was thinking about you before.”

Oh fuck.

I didn’t make it up, shewasmoaning my name, my fucking name was on her lips when she came. Holding her chin, I turn smug.

“Oh yeah, what were you thinking about?”

She’s cute as fuck, blushing and looking between my eyes as she answers. “You were the alien Lekar.”

I’d paint myself green if she keeps smiling at me like this. I blindly reach behind me for her phone and slide it across to her as I run my hand under her t-shirt and kiss her neck.

“Play it, lisichka.”

Her earphones are still attached so I unplug them, setting them aside, while she taps away, getting her chapter ready.

One of the things I love about Ana is her confidence, she’s never embarrassed about anything, but she hesitates when I try to remove her t-shirt. I don’t try to lift it again and stroke my knuckles across her cheek.

“You are in control, I’m here for you to use and to make you feel good. You want me to stop? Just say it, okay?”

Her lips forms a small O as though it’s a foreign concept for her to be cared for. Whatever realization she comes to has her relaxing and the smile coming back, but fire engulfs my blood as she lifts her t-shirt, unveiling the letters carved into her fucking stomach.

???

Three fucking letters carved deep enough to form a raised keloid scar. Holding her waist, I press my lips to the mark that says she’s wrong, evil, or anything but who she truly is. My beautiful hellion smiles softly, and presses play then sets her phone on the pillow beside her. Fuck me, the strength inside of her surpasses those of legends.

TWENTY-FIVE

Ana

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