Page 79 of Scarlet Mark
She greeted my cock with a wet kiss from between her thighs, her body arching into mine to accept me on my first thrust. My forehead fell to hers, the heaven of her welcome nearly causing me to come right then and there. But I needed her to join me in this sweet oblivion, to take me over the edge by coming around me.
“This is going to be hard and fast,” I warned.
“Good.” She drove me deeper with a flex of her hips, her nails in my hair as she took my mouth with an animalistic force. I gave in to the impulses surrounding us, taking her the way I craved in a manner she openly received.
Each push forward elicited a quiver from her, a new scratch on my scalp, a bite against my lips. She’d worked herself into a frenzy, one I tried to temper but found myself falling headfirst into reciprocating.
Killing always stirred up an adrenaline high, and she feasted on it now, coaxing it to pour out of me in waves as I fucked her up against the wall. If the authorities interrupted us now, I’d kill them on principle alone. My woman required release, and I was going to give it to her regardless of our audience.
She panted against me, her heart thrumming wildly in time with mine, as we stroked the combustible energy building between us.
“More,” she whimpered, blood trickling down my lip from where she’d bitten me. “More, Killian.”
I knew better than to pull out my blades, so I used my hands. Balancing her against the wall with my hips alone, I palmed her breasts through the thin fabric and pinched her stiff peaks. Not nicely. But harshly. And she practically sang against my mouth, her approval evident in the way she shuddered.
Her need for pain fueled my desires more, bringing me that much closer to coming.
The urgency increased our pace. She nipped at me again, her teeth dragging across my jaw to my earlobe. I twisted her nipple before she could bite me, earning me a delicious moan from the base of her throat. My name followed on a growl as she came apart against me, her slick walls clamping down on my cock.
“Fuck.” I grabbed her hair again, forcing her lips to mine as I found my own release inside her. Agony mingled with rapture, causing my legs to shake as I emptied everything I possessed into her tight little body. And she took it all, accepting every part of me while kissing me with a vengeance. Every time with her was more intense than the last, and this was no different.
I shook against her, my chest heaving from the exertion, and still she demanded more from my mouth. She seemed starved for my tongue, forme.
But with the edge taken off, I knew this couldn’t continue. We’d be found any second now. At least our alibi would check out.
“Amara, sweetheart,” I whispered, bringing her back down.
She shook her head, refusing to leave our blissful cloud, her nails embedded in the back of my neck. I eased myself out of her slowly, confused for a moment at the new sensation until I realized that, in my rush to take her, I’d forgotten a condom.
Damn.
That was a first.
Hell, this entire night was a first.
I brought a date with me to an assassination.
I messed up the kill by becoming distracted by her emotional state.
And now I’d fucked her up against a wall instead of focusing on the commotion in the hallway.
We needed to get the hell out of here before I did something else, like confess to the cops and find myself in a jail cell.
I forced her to stand while I zipped myself up, deciding the sloppy look between us would actually aid in our escape.
It’d be very obvious what we were doing in this little nook. And if I played it right, they’d assume it was a drunken encounter. I messed up my hair to add to the look, loosened my tie, and haphazardly tightened my belt. Then I took in Amara’s delicious state with her dress still hiked up over her hips, her auburn strands tousled to seductive perfection. She gave me a drowsy look through her mask, her blue-green eyes smiling.
“You enjoyed that,” I murmured.
“I want more,” she countered.
“Yeah?” I cupped her freshly fucked pussy, feeling my cum mingle with her juices on my fingers, then lifted them to her mouth. “Suck them clean for me.”
Her lips parted, her tongue gliding over my skin as she did exactly as I requested without breaking eye contact.
My Amara was back—the wanton warrior with a confident streak few others possessed.
And damn, was I happy to see her.
