Page 78 of Scarlet Mark
Yes.
She’d been hurt. She’d fallen into the past. But it was on me to bring her back to the present, to show her the future.
All those misleading thoughts about what she required were wrong.
I was the one she needed.
Right now.
Right here.
I kissed her harder, her moans urging me onward. Pressing her into the wall of the alcove, I gave her everything she begged for and more. Her nails ran up my sides, then down to my hips, her fingers undoing my belt with experienced ease.
I should stop her, some part of me thought. An angelic side. A good side.
But the darker part of me overrode my common sense and encouraged her to continue. That part of me was tied to my throbbing dick.
“Killian,” she breathed, arching into me. Keeping one hand in her hair, I slid the other to her hip. Her dress had slits up both sides to her mid-thighs, providing easy access to the flesh beneath.
“Tell me what you want,” I whispered, no longer caring about repercussions or the chaos going on in the hallway beyond us.Amara was all I could think of, all I could see.
“You,” she said, her fingers drawing down my zipper. “In me.”
Fuck, this couldn’t be more wrong.
Here, of all places.
Now, after everything that had happened.
Except, I was helpless to stop her, especially as she palmed me through my boxer briefs.
Amara needed me.
Her fingers freed my cock, wrapping around it and giving me an alluring stroke. “Please, Killian,” she said on a groan. “Fuck me. Bring me back to you. Remind me where I am,whoI am.”
This woman was going to get me killed.
Oh, but I’d die a happy man.
She dropped to her knees, taking me into her mouth and sucking me hard. I cursed, my arm going to the wall to keep me from falling. “Amara…” My opposite hand remained in her hair, urging her to continue.
It made me a horrible person.
A knight with a black streak a mile long.
And fuck if I cared, not with her pretty lips wrapped around my shaft, her throat working as she hollowed her cheeks.
Damn, she was amazing.
But I wanted to be inside her. To feel her cunt squeeze me as I fucked her hard, long, and deep.
I yanked her upward, eliciting a groan of protest from her that I swallowed with my mouth. Her dress bunched around her hips, my hands working before I could even protest the motion.
And damn, she wasn’t wearing any panties.
I could seriously love this woman.
“Legs around my waist, kitten,” I demanded, lifting her.
