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She holds tightly to me until we reach the bedroom, and I peel her grip off of me, tossing her done on her bed. She bounces a couple of times before her body settles into the mattress and her legs fall open. She’s beautiful all laid out before me, a scented candle and my lighter in her hands as she looks up at me with the dreamiest bedroom eyes.
“Enjoying the view?” I ask her as I strip off my leathers, tossing them on the floor, noticing the blood stains from last week still adorn the rug at the foot of the bed.
“God yes.” She murmurs as she props herself up on her elbows and flicks the lighter on.
She stares at the flame for a few moments then looks back at me, and I can see the reflection of it in her eyes, lighting them up with a mischievousness that she hasn’t yet shown me before.
“You have something planned, my princess?”
“I do. But first, you need to make me cum a few more times.”
“I do, do I?” I snicker, leaning down, putting my fists on the edge of the bed, hunching my back like a predator, ogling her, stalking her, hunting her.
“You do.”
“My violence turns you on that much?”
“Yes.”
“Fucking dirty girl.” I tsk at her, crawling up on the bed, feeling it dip under my weight.
“Your dirty girl.”
“Mine.” I growl, pouncing on her, taking the lighter and the candle from her hands and lighting it, then setting it on the nightstand before I slam her to the bed and choke her with my tongue down her fucking throat.
For Christ’s sake, again? You two are fucking made for each other. A whore and her perv. You should burn her, then yourself.
“Not now.” I grumble, feeling it vibrate through her mouth.
“Hmmm?” She asks, kissing me deeply, her still clothed body writhing under my naked one.
Releasing the kiss, I look down at her and give her a playful wink. “Not talking to you, baby.”
“Oh. Ooohhh. Yeah, not now asshole.” She giggles, grabbing the back of my head and pulling my lips back to hers.
Chapter
Twenty-two
“God woman, you’re going to ruin me.” I moan as I strip her clothes off her, tearing them to little pieces with my bare hands.
“Like you’ve ruined me?”
“Just like that, baby.” I say, kissing her jaw, her chin, and down her throat.
She tilts her head back, giving me access to the dip between her neck and her collar bone, and I glide my tongue through it, licking and tasting the perspiration on her skin as well as the hint of smokey goodness from tonight’s fire.
It’s fucking delicious, the flavor as I lick down her chest, between her tits, and over to her left nipple, sucking it deeply into my mouth. The taste compliments the scent of the teakwood candle flickering on the nightstand, and I can’t wait to see what she has planned for me.
She thrusts her chest out, offering herself to me and my hungry mouth, grabbing my hands and directing them to her chest.
“More.”
“Mmmm, yes baby.”
I squeeze and plump her tits, digging my fingers into the soft flesh, turning the skin a dark pink under my touch. She moans and wiggles under me, her lower half trying to make contact with my cock that juts out from my body, all hard and already dripping for her.
I can feel the heat coming from her, and it takes all my willpower not to just drive it into her, but I want to make this last. I want to keep her under me all night, her body begging for me to take it, use it, adore it, and ruin it.
