Page 183 of Under Your Scars
While I wash her body and hair, I kiss her.
Savagely. Ferociously.
“Do you have any idea what I went through?” I ask, my voice a venomous rumble. “You gave your goddamn tracker to Caroline, and I had nothing to tell me where you might be.” I roughly squeeze the curve of her ass and she gasps, seeming to finally come alive at the roughness. At the safety only I can bring her using the most unhinged parts of me. I kiss her again, pressing her tightly against the walls of the shower. I wrap my hands around her throat and very gently squeeze.
She hisses and whimpers at the soreness when my hands touch the bruises there. “Who did this? Huh? Who put marks on my angel?”
“Frank.”
My blood runs cold at that man’s name on her lips, and I pull away to look down at her, the hot water carrying dirt and blood along her body and down the drain.
The fury in my stare could light buildings on fire.
“Is some of this his blood?” I ask.
She nods. “He tried to kill me. Your shadow killed him first.”
“Shame. I wish I could have killed him myself,” I whisper against her lips, hiking her leg over my hip and trailing my fingers into the space between her legs. My eyes flicker to hers, half-lidded and hazy. “Did he touch you, Elena?”
She shakes her head, and to prove it, she tangles her fingers in my wet hair and grabs my dick, causing me to groan into her mouth.
“Then what is it you’re not telling me?”
Instead of saying a word, she pulls back to look at me and then slowly sinks to her knees. Without hesitation, she takes me into her mouth as deep as she can manage. I lay my hands flat against the stone walls as she sucks me off.
“Stop trying to distract me,” I grunt as her lips leave my cock with a lewd ‘pop’.
“He took my wedding ring,” she whispers, water from the showerhead falling into her face, gathering on her eyelashes, and irritating the delicate whites of her eyes.
“Fuck the ring. I’ll get you one twice as big.” I groan as she puts her mouth on me again. “God, you look so pretty on your knees,” I praise, before grabbing her jaw and forcing myself down her throat faster, causing her to gag and choke. Then I do it again. And again and again until spit leaks out of the sides of her mouth and sloppily lands on her chest.
“Get on the fucking floor,” I growl. When she isn’t bent over in three milliseconds, I grab her by her hair and roughly push her over until her ass is in the air and her pretty pussy is on display for me.
The smooth floor digs into our knees as I lick her from behind.Fuck, she tastes perfect. So sweet and feminine. She moans loudly, the sweet sounds echoing off the walls. I suck on her clit, hard. Probably so hard it’s not even pleasurable, but this isn’t about pleasure. It’s about control. It’s about safety.
I lick one long stripe from her clit to her pussy to her virgin hole between her ass. All the way up her back until I reach her throat and then I bite her hard enough to leave a mark.
I take my angry cock in my fist and stroke it twice, and then line the head up with her cunt.
Her entire body freezes and she abruptly flips over and shakes her head. “Not that way. Any position but that one. Please.”
I grit my teeth and kiss her again, my tongue messily exploring her delicate mouth. “I won’t be gentle,” I warn, and in response, she tugs so hard on my hair it makes my eyes water. I groan, which turns into a lustful growl. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to think about anything other thanme. I want to feel you cum around my cock, and I want to put a baby in that soft belly of yours and then fuck you some more.”
I line myself up with her again, sinking into her tight pussy and fucking her ruthlessly with no regard for her pain. She screams beautiful expletives of pleasure, dragging her nails down my back so hard that she draws blood.
I don’t even care that blood is dripping from my gunshot wound onto her stomach. I don’t care that it hurts. I don’t care that I’ve earned myself another trip to the hospital.
If fucking my love back into her is the last thing I ever do, it will be a satisfying death.
That’s how every man wants to go.
In between the legs of his lover.
My world explodes into pleasure as a lightning rod strikes the base of my spine, causing me to lose my rhythm at the exact moment her pussy flutters around my cock, and I coat her insides with everything I have to offer. I fuck her until my cock goes completely soft and even still, I stay inside her, breathing deep against her neck as the hot water rains over us.
I kiss down her body all the way to her glistening, swollen, fucked-out pussy and place soft kisses to her sensitive clit. I growl in satisfaction at her tiny mewls as I deliver little kitten licks to that delicate nub.
I flick my tongue against her clit and lick her in slow, deliberate circles. I alternate between fast and slow strokes, keeping my eyes glued to her angelic face. I want to watch her when she comes apart on my tongue this time.
