Page 95 of Fall into Savagery

I winked at her, and she paused, taking in my words before she completely lost it, letting out these little giggles that were really fucking me up a little bit each time.

She held up her ice cream to me, her eyes bright and fuck me, but I didn’t know how to say no to those eyes.

I licked the ice cream, making eye contact with her as I did it, and was rewarded when I heard her breath catch.

I grinned, and she blushed.

“Oh. Now I know why you keep looking at me,” she said, her voice soft as if she was afraid someone might hear us. We were walking around downtown, just a few blocks from the penthouse and in the middle of a crowd. Two men were following us, whose sole purpose was to protect Catalina, no matter what, but even they were at a distance.

No one could hear us.

I bent down and licked the corner of her mouth, where some of the ice cream had been. Her eyes widened, and she took a step back. I could laugh over her scandalized expression. I would think she was used to all of this by now, considering I spent a good portion of my time eating out her delicious pussy, and the other part of the time waiting for when I could fucking eat her out again, but this, she was embarrassed by?

“What an interesting color of red,” I commented, taking in her rosy cheeks.

“I-I, uh, you should, we—”

“Breathe, sweetheart. I don’t want you passing out on me.”

I took a deep breath and watched her with a hint of amusement. She glared up at me.

“You did that on purpose.”

I laughed.

“I did.” I leaned down so my lips touched her cheek and said, “I just can’t help myself. You’re so fucking irresistible. And that ice cream stain on your lips was just begging for me.”

She pushed me away, or tried to, at least. “Mikhail, be serious. We’re in public.”

“So we are,” I said.

She rolled her eyes and walked away. I grabbed her hand before she could get any further, and though she resisted at first, I didn’t let her go that easily.

I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and pulled her in close to me. The top of her head barely reached my shoulder, and I could smell the sweet flowery shampoo she used—or hell, maybe this was her, and I couldn’t get enough of it.

The fight left her when she realized she wouldn’t be able to get away, and we finally continued on our walk.

When she finished her ice cream, I held out a single wet wipe still in its package I had gotten from the ice cream shop before we left. She smiled her thanks and wordlessly cleaned her hands.

I led her to a trash can so she could throw it away afterward, and she looked around the busy street as we took shelter from the blistering sun under a shaded tree.

“This feels so normal,” she finally said. I didn’t realize I had been waiting for her to speak until now.

Something about what she said before still played on my mind. I didn’t want to take away her voice. I wanted her to fucking thrive in the world, even as dark a world as the one we currently lived in.

I looked at her, wanting more of her words.

She smiled a little, though it was less humorous and more thoughtful. “It’s funny how we could have these moments of normalcy in our life, don’t you think?”

I tilted my head to the side to show her I was listening, but I didn’t respond.

She rested her hands on my waist and looked up at me.

“Mikhail?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Thank you.”

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