Page 31 of The Labyrinth
“Nope, that’s my job.You cooked so I’ll clean up.”She hopped off the chair and picked up his plate.“So, once we get the explosives, we’ll head upstate?”
He nodded.“Wanna shower together?”
She finished, plopped in a dishwasher pod, and started it up.Turning around to face him, she raised an eyebrow.“To conserve water?”
“Yeah, sure.We’ll say that.”
Hurrying around the island, she practically threw herself into his arms.“Let’s go get clean.”
With a chuckle, he lifted her up and threw her over his shoulder.In the bathroom, they quickly undressed one another.And when they stepped into the cubicle, Deacon banded an arm around her waist, molding her body to his as he captured her mouth in a deep, hungry kiss.The hot water sluiced over their skin causing steam to rise.Marion wrapped her arms around his neck and tilted her head back when he kissed his way to her throat.Sucking on the pulse-point between his lips and leaving a little love bite behind.
He continued down, gently biting one nipple then immediately licking to ease the slight ache.Continuing his journey, Deacon slowly fell to his knees in front of her.He lifted one leg and placed it over his shoulder, giving him access to her pussy, and he wasted no time burying his face between her thighs.
As soon as his tongue rasped against her sensitive nub, her body arched like it had touched a live wire.Her hands buried in his hair, pulling it almost too aggressively, but he loved her response.It gave everything an edge that pumped through his blood, lighting him on fire.He licked and sucked her in, sliding one finger into her heat.
Licking up and down, teasing all her nerve endings, his dominant side roared with her little cries echoing in the chamber.All her moans belonged to him as her body quivered beneath his fingers.She was so damn delicious, and when he hummed against her clit, it threw her over the precipice.
He had never seen anything more sensual, more desirable, than Marion.When her body finally slumped against the tiled wall, he surged to his feet and brought her leg up, keeping her open.Capturing her lips for a kiss, he angled his hips and thrust into her pliant body.
Her fingernails sank into his shoulders, the bite of pain seared through him driving his beast mad.Deacon couldn’t believe how amazing she felt surrounding him, and he tried to take his time, but the pleasure shooting down his spine alerted him that he hovered on the edge.So, he closed his eyes and sank into her body.Into the pleasure catapulting across his mind.
“Harder,” Marion pleaded.
Her muscles tensed under his fingers, her body shaking.Moving his hips faster, driving deeper inside her hot core, Deacon’s whole body clenched as his orgasm quickly rose.Leaning forward, he buried his face into the curve of her neck as her body tightened around him.Little mewls cried out, and he pulled her tight as his own climax hit.For a long moment, they soared together, and then each of their bodies sagged as they shook in the aftermath.
He kissed her temple, knowing something just happened that changed the course of his life.
Chapter Fourteen
The Gin Room seemedlike an entirely different place in the light of day.Now that she knew who and what the clientele were, there was a whole different vibe.As Marion followed Deacon, she played the mental game of,what could they be?In the back of the room, at a small table, a dark-skinned, thin man waited.His bulky shoulders were a little out of proportion with the rest of his body, as if there was some deformity to his stature.He spotted their approach and his eyes shifted, as if making sure no one followed.Deacon held out a chair for her and only sat after she had settled.
“Delaram,” Deacon greeted.“This is Marion.”
The man’s nose twitched.“She’s human.”
“She’s with me,” Deacon said coldly.“The last time we talked, you had explosives.”
