Page 21 of Heart of a Killer

The pressure builds up in my spine, and I pull out of her mouth. I move down her body, situating myself between her thighs, and nuzzle my nose against her clit. She squirms, and I grip her hips to keep her from moving and lick around, circling her nub. I graze my teeth around it, coaxing small whimpers from her, before I pull her into my mouth. She comes off the bed, thrusting herself into my face.

Releasing her, I suck on my fingers a bit before lapping at her core. My finger plays with her puckered hole before it opens up, allowing me entry. She rocks into my face harder, groaning. Her whole body is shaking, and I continue working her over until a sweet and salty gush of fluid is on my tongue. She’s relaxed and sated when I lean over her. Her eyes are closed, so I kiss her temple and along her jaw until her eyes flutter back open.

“I thought I lost you there, Princess.”

“Not yet,” she counters before giving a soft chuckle. “Now it’s your turn.”

“Mhmm.” I nuzzle her neck, breathing her soft scent of vanilla. “I know. I just wanted to make sure you didn’t die from ecstasy.”

“I wouldn’t say you’re good enough to kill me.”

Quirking an eyebrow at her, I ask, “Is that a challenge, Sky?”

She just shrugs. Her shy demeanor is creeping back in. I line myself up with her entrance and slam hard into her, making her mouth open wide in a silent scream.

“Is that a challenge, Princess?”

“Yes,” she mocks. Her voice comes out a bit husky and full of lust.

Rocking my hips into her, I feel her clenching around me. She feels so fucking good wrapped about my cock. Leaning back, I look down at her, admiring the way her eyebrows are pinched, and her mouth is in a permanent O shape. Her breasts bounce with each thrust, and I lift her legs, pressing her knees into her chest, hitting a deeper angle. She bites her lip when my dick touches her cervix with every thrust, and her moans have increased in volume.

“A-A-A-A ... Leland.”

My name escapes her lips, and my movements become ragged as I chase my own release. The electricity shoots down my spine, building in intensity. The low pressure in my spine bursts.

“Fuckkkk,” I say on an exhale.

Releasing her legs, I lie on top of her. Her lips are against my ear when she says, “I’m still alive.”

I chuckle at that. “Well, I’ll have to do better next time, won’t I?”

“Who says there will be a next time?”

“I do.”

Rolling off her to the bed beside her, I pull her to me and nuzzle my face in her hair. She slips from my hold, pulling her clothes back on.

“Where are you going?”

“Back to my room.”

I groan in frustration, even though I knew she would leave right after.

“You do realize we are still in an asylum, right? If one of the orderlies catch us...” She trails off.

Grabbing her hand, I sit up on the edge of the bed. “Just tell me this won’t be the last time. Tell me you will talk to me instead of stealing glances throughout the day.”

She’s looking down at her feet, but she hasn’t pulled her hand out of my grasp, which is a good sign.

“You saw that?” she whispers.

“Yeah, Sky. I see everything. I was waiting for you to come to me.”

She nods before looking back up at me.

“This won’t be the last time, I promise.”

Her hand slips out of my grasp, and she’s gone. The door clicks shut behind her, and the little sliver of light I had is gone, thrusting me back into total darkness.

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