Page 10 of Savage Possession
I pivot us toward the closest wall so I can support her back and touch more of her all at the same time.
She loops her legs around my middle. Heat from the force of our longing cocoons us and I no longer feel the bite of the evening air. I’m too lit up by having her close to me.
The second I have her against the alley door, I bury my hands in her hair and pull her mouth to mine.
She oozes sweetness and forbidden temptation. And now she’s mine and this time I am not letting her go. She can beg all she wants, but this angel is staying with me. For now and forever.
Fucking. Bliss.
Those are the only two words that enter my brain as her lips part and I pass my tongue through the welcoming slit. Our heated breaths mingle and I devour every inch of her mouth with mine.
My hands trace down her body, and I lock my arms around her as I pull her so close she couldn’t possibly slip away. A soft moan escapes her, her breath snagging when my mouth takes her with a deeper urgency. As my hands move lower to cup that perfect little ass through her dress, she lets out a needy whimper that grips my balls and doesn’t let them go.
My cock jolts as her body writhes against mine, every nerve in me screaming for what it craves. At last, and only with reluctance, I break the kiss. The way she lingers there for a moment longer, eyes closed, captures something deep inside me and pulls me into the magic spell she’s used on me.
She opens her eyes, and the smile she offers claims another part of my soul.
“I never wanted to love a woman. I never wanted to give my heart over to someone who could crush it. But Isabella. My sweet angel, you came back to me and I swore if you did I would never let you go. You have me sounding like some dead fucking poet, but I don’t care. If I had a ring right now, I would put it on your finger and crash my best friend’s wedding so I could get an ‘I do’ out of you right now.”
I wish the light out here was better. I can’t tell if the way she is biting her lips is out of dread or desire.
I press my forehead to hers and I get an answer through action, rather than words. Her lips pepper sweetly over my nose, my cheeks and it’s all I can do not to rip her clothes off and sink into her tight channel to claim everything about her as mine when she brings her lips to mine. It’s a soft touch that fills me with the need to possess her in every way imaginable.
Possess her kisses.
Possess her sweet soul.
And possess the smear of her virgin blood on my cock.
I want all of her.
And I want to give all of myself to her.
“Ash.” Her voice shakes but those pretty eyes laser into mine. If she could peel back my layers and examine me piece by piece with that one look, I feel she would. She’s been hurt and by the tears forming in her eyes, it was recent. She wants to know who she can trust. It’s written all over her face.
I ease her down my body, her tender curves caressing over my harder body. As her toes touch the cold pavement, I see the moment she feels my arousal. Her lips part and I notice a heat fire up inside her that matches my own. She dips her hands under my cut and splays her open palms over my chest. There’s an innocence about her that flares the beast inside me to life. I want to dirty her up and make my claim of her virginity last all night long.
A single tear rolls down her perfect cheek, forcing me to pause.
I tilt her chin up with a gentleness I never knew I possessed.
“Who put those tears in your eyes? You don’t need to be afraid, sweet angel,” I murmur, lowering my lips to hers in a soft kiss. “Not of me or anything or anyone else in this world, not while I’m here to protect you. Do you understand?”
Her teeth catch her lower lip, already plump and reddened from our kiss. Her eyes glimmer with what looks like hope as our gazes lock.
Wild, wind-swept hair frames her face and abandoned long lengths fall over her shoulders and down her back. I move the unruly locks to the side and run my fingers up the back of her neck. I go deeper and the tiny moan she gives me sends another wave of heat to grip my balls.
I cup the back of her head and pull her into me. I hold her like this and say, “Talk to me.”
She hesitates for a second and I’m trying to unravel the meaning of her silence when she finally speaks in a soft voice. “I’m not scared of you. I don’t think I ever could be.”
I trace the edge of her face, glad for once, that she doesn’t know the real monster I have buried inside me. I’ve put bodies in the ground. Ones that asked for it, but a killer is a killer no matter the excuse. At least that is what my father said when he told me on his deathbed. He swore up and down that men like us don’t deserve love. And I believed him all the way up until someone above saw fit to have this angel walk into my life.
“And the tears?” I gently urge her.
I step back, keeping my hands right where they are at. And that is when I see it. The blood on her face and the bruise forming over her right cheek.
I no longer see the angel in front of me. Hell’s wrath takes over my vision as it turns blood red.
