Page 16 of Demon Stalked
I shut that part of me down.
Katrina’s precious.
Instead, I stroke the inside of her ankles gently. “You’ve been hiding from me.” I can’t keep the hurt and fury out of my voice, though I try. My words come out gruff, and immediately I worry that I’ve scared her.
But Katrina’s full of surprises. She swallows hard, but then leans forward closer to me. I can smell the scent of her kiwi shampoo.
“Yes. I’ve been hiding.”
My fingers tighten around her ankles, and despite all my resolve, I shove them apart, moving her feet aside so I can lean up into her and remind her who she belongs to—and exactly why she shouldn’t be running.
Her breath catches, and those delicious breasts press together as she places her hands on the bench at her sides. “I want to do the right thing.”
I lean closer and run my nose down the side of her neck, relishing the way her breathing completely stops and her entire body tenses in anticipation. I gently glide back up until my teeth can nip at her earlobe. “I’m gonna tell you now, the right thing doesn’t exist.”
I let my hands come down on those hips of hers, pressing them slightly as my lips trace her pulse, which pounds erratically. Fuck yes.
“The right thing is to keep you safe.”
“Safety is an illusion. Just like right and wrong,” I say as I pepper kisses along that pulse and marvel at how it can go even faster than before. Her quick, shallow breaths press those breasts against my chest, and even with her bra on, I can feel her pebbled nipples.
I want to dive underneath her shirt. I want to rip down that bra and suck those tits right here in the high school girls’ locker room.
But Katrina deserves better than that.
I pull back from her neck slowly, watching her facial expression drift from ecstasy to confusion and finally settle on disappointment. Good. She wanted what I wanted.
I let my thumbs trace little circles on her hips, getting close to her inner thighs but never quite reaching them, just teasing her. I wait until her eyes reach mine, and I see them pleading without words for what she really wants from me. More.
That’s right, princess, I think.Tell me what you are actually thinking.I let my thumbs glide down the baby soft skin of her inner thighs and then latch on to her spread knees.
Patience isn’t my forte. But when it comes to her…when it comes to her admitting she wants me, us, I’ll wait.
Her lips part with a little huff that makes me picture her orgasm face, and my dick, which was already rock hard, thickens even further. She doesn’t break immediately, so I move my hands around her knees to the sensitive skin just behind them. I let the pads of my fingers trace lightly underneath her bent knees, and a naughty grin comes over me when I hear her gasp in surprise.
Oh, yes, my little princess, there are so many things about this beautiful body I can teach you. Just ask me. Tell me what you want.
I let my fingers start to trace in small circles, hoping she’ll make the connection and think about my rough fingers gently circling her clit like sharks, churning the water before going in for the kill.
To my surprise, her hands fly up to my shoulders and she starts to pant.
Damn. This must be more of an erogenous zone for Katrina than I thought. And I’m the first man to find it, because her eyes clearly show how shocked she is. I keep circling slowly until her breathing is so choppy, I can tell she’s almost there.
Then, I stop.
I lean back, pulling away from her and standing up until I loom over her in the dim locker room. “Come with me to the dance,” I order.
“But…but…you’re a teacher.” Her words come out in a confused, lust-filled haze.
“You’re eighteen.” I shrug. “Legal by their stupid rules.”
“You’ll get fired.”
I laugh. “No I won’t.”
Her brows raise in confusion. “How?”
“Nobody does anything to me that I don’t want them to.”
