Page 49 of Kiss Me Like I Didn't Kill You
I tear the flimsy scrap from her body, shove it into my pocket, and press my face to her neck.
I breathe her in—her skin, her warmth, the taste of her when I bite and mark her.
She’s fucking intoxicating.
“What if someone sees?” she whispers.
“No one will.” My voice is hard.
And if they do, they won’t live long enough to talk about it.
My hand slips back beneath her dress, and I find nothing but heat.
Wet.
So fucking wet already.
“You’re drenched,” I rasp against her ear. “And I’ve hardly laid a hand on you.”
Her body answers for her. She trembles when my thumb finds her clit, moans louder when I push two fingers inside.
Her hips jerk against my hand, desperate. The sound tears at my control, my cock strains against my jeans, ready to split them open.
I pull my fingers free, chest heaving, then fist her hair and drag her head back, breaking the kiss.
My hoodie comes off in one move, and I toss it down at our feet. My grip tightens in her hair as I lean in, my mouth brushing her ear.
“On. Your. Knees.”
Her eyes widen, hesitation flickering.
It grates.
I press her down until she kneels on the fabric. She looks up at me, defiance and desire burning in her eyes.
“Take it out,” I tell her.
Her hands fumble with my belt, then the zip, until I’m freed, straining and heavy.
Her lips part, her tongue flicking across them, an unconscious gesture that makes my breath catch.
She leans forward, tentative at first, the slow stroke of her tongue along my length maddening.
She toys with me, drawing out every second, taking her time. Precum leaks from me, and I nearly lose it before we’ve even begun.
Then she lets go, her mouth slipping away. She tilts her face up, eyes wide, lips parted.
“I don’t think I know how,” she whispers.
A cruel laugh escapes me. “Oh, but you do. Muscle memory, Ophelia.” I seize her mouth in a hard kiss, tasting myself already on her lips, before breaking away and straightening.
Her tongue flicks over me, teasing, before she takes me in, inch by inch, deeper, until her lips are stretched tight around me.
The sight alone is enough to undo me.
Even here, in the middle of the damned forest, she looks like a goddess, her hair dishevelled, my cock between her lips.
She gags once and I relish it. My hand fists in her hair, and I drive into her mouth, fucking it until my eyes shut, a groan torn from my chest as I fight not to spill too soon.
