Page 386 of Hell Hath No Fury
“So brave,” she whispered wetly, cupping her hands over mine on her cheeks. “A real-life warrior.”
“It’s easy to be brave when you’re faced with losing someone you care about.”
Her lower lip trembled even when she sunk her teeth into it.
“Don’t disappear on me,” I asked, trying to keep my tone even because I was afraid I’d beg. “Now, I have this…” my thumbs caressed the gentle slope of her cheeks. “I don’t want to lose it.”
“You’ve lost so much already,” she agreed, anguished. “That’s why I tried to stay away. Promise me, when I’m gone, you’ll reach out to Aaron and Zeus. I don’t want you to feel all alone again.”
“Stay and introduce them to me properly yourself,” I suggested.
Her smile was a weak, sad thing as she fisted her hand in my grey tee. “So selfish of me, but I couldn’t stand not meeting you while I had the chance.”
It wasn’t a promise to stay, far from it, but it was as much a confession of longing and lust as I knew I would get from my enigmatic swan.
So, I stopped talking.
Instead, I moved one hand to her chin and used my thumb to open that sweet, plum-purple mouth and planted a kiss there.
“I need you,” she rasped almost brokenly against my mouth before licking my lower lip. “I can’t have you, but God, I want you.”
I tangled the hand at the back of her head in her hair and tugged so her throat was exposed to me. My tongue traced the throbbing vein in her neck before I closed my teeth over it and sucked hard. After a moment, I moved back to study the smudge of a bruise raised on the flesh.
This was it, I knew, even though my heart rebelled.
This moment in a cramped car in the dark of a parking lot was the only moment I would get to share with her like this and I wouldn’t squander it.
“You can have me,” I told her on a low rumble I barely recognized as I moved one of her hands to the iron length of me beneath my jeans. When she squeezed, gasping at the feel of me, I hissed. “But, Swan? If this is the only time I’ll have you, I’ll stamp the memory into every inch of your body until you feel me with you long after I’m gone.”
“Promise?” she dared, nimble fingers undoing my jeans quickly before palming my bare cock.
She dipped her thumb into the wet leaking from the head and brought it up to her lips, sucking on it with a low purr.
There was an almost audiblesnapin my ears as the tethers on my control broke and something dark, something so wild it was rough and almost mean, broke through. I palmed her throat and brought her mouth crashing against mine. She gasped into me as I fucked my tongue against her while my hands rucked up her shirt. We paused as I pushed it over her head, the fabric still around her arms like a frame for her beautiful tits, plump and presented to me in red lace like a fucking Christmas present. I bent my head to suck at the hard nipple beneath the rough fabric. When she writhed, I clamped my hands around her waist to hold her still so I could suck and bite and lave uninterrupted.
“Red, Red,” she murmured mindlessly. “Please.”
“Please, what?” I demanded as I nipped at the right swell.
“Please, give me more.”
“I will,” I soothed as I licked a path from her cleavage up her neck to her ear. My teeth sunk into the lobe and she gasped for me. My new favorite sound. “If you tell me your name.”
She groaned, but there was a flash of heat in her eyes as she glared down at me. Her hand tightened around my cock then slowly began to jack it just right.
“You tell me yours,” she goaded.
I dragged my hand from her throat down her breasts to her waistband, and dipped my fingers inside, flat against her pubicbone. The softness of her curls made my dick jerk in her grip, spitting precum onto her fingers.
The angle was wrong to move deeper, so I lifted her with one hand at her waist and used the other to shuck down her leggings and underwear. She braced her hands against my shoulders as I adjusted her to squatting over me, her bare pussy hovering above my dick.
“Tell me your name,” I whispered as I tugged her down, her wet folds sliding against the length of my shaft without penetrating. “And I’ll fuck you.”
She whimpered, scrambling to hold my cock and impale herself without my help.
“No.” I kept her raised with both hands on her hips, fingers biting into her pale, olive toned skin. “When I stretch you open on my cock, Swan, I want to know who I’m fucking.”
A little growl then a gasp as I angled her against my shaft, the tip kissing her tight entrance.
