Page 35 of Blood Lust

“Even though I know who and what you are, I can’t forget about that night we shared. I can’t help wanting to experience that again. Is there something wrong with me? Am I crazy?” Her brows pulled together in worry and maybe a hint of disbelief.

I wasn’t really sure how to respond. Because though she thought she knew who and what I was, she truly had no idea. She had no clue how dangerous the darkest parts of my soul were. Nor did she know how I processed that darkness—how I remained somewhat sane.

If she grasped the full extent of my secrets, how would she look at me? Would she ever want me to touch her again? Because I had so much blood on my hands, they should permanently be stained.

“I don’t think you’re crazy.” If anyone was, it was me for what I was doing. “You’re here for six months. What if we play it by ear and just enjoy the time we have? Pretend we don’t know who the other is.”

At the moment, I was looking for a reason to keep her forever, but she likely would freak the fuck out if I told her that. Since I had no good answers for her worries, I pressed my lips to hers and tasted her. I swear to Christ, each time, she was more addictive. When I swirled my tongue around hers, she inhaled sharply and gripped my pressed shirt as she twisted it in her hands.

Feeling a bit unraveled, I skimmed my hand along her arm until I found her hair, and I speared my fingers into the unruly mass. Then I lost control, but she was right there with me. My lips crashed to hers and we ruthlessly fought for supremacy in a game we were both bound to lose.

Little moans and grunts filled my ears, and I used my hold on her hair to alert her that I wanted her to stand up. When she hesitated, I lifted her from the chair to sit her on the desk. We broke apart, breaths ragged and hearts racing. Carefully, I slid her new electronics to the side and stepped between her knees.

Her skin was silky under my palms as I cradled her face and rained kisses over the slope of her cheek and to the sensitive place I remembered she liked where her jaw met her ear. Sucking and nipping, I worked my way down the delicate column of her neck. When I reached that sweet spot where her shoulder started, she gasped and I paused, sinking my teeth into the tender flesh.

“Gabe!” she cried out, and her nails dug into my shoulder through the fabric. I lifted my head and looked into her lust-glazed eyes, and I was mesmerized.

Needing to be closer to her, I moved a hand up under her shirt as I watched her expression for signs that I was pushing her too far. The warmth of her skin made me want to touch every inch of her—feel it against me.

Gauging her reaction, I loosened my tie and started to unbutton my shirt. I’d gotten two buttons free when she nudgedmy hands out of the way and took over. My tie went flying, and she practically ripped the buttons off my shirt in her haste. The thing is, I didn’t care. She could ruin every shirt I had if it meant she wanted me as savagely as I wanted her.

She reached the bottom and quickly untucked it. When she pushed it over my shoulders and reached for the hem of my undershirt, I reciprocated. As one, we fumbled and tugged at the other’s clothes until we were both nude from the waist up.

Reverently, I cupped her full but perky tits and squeezed, tweaking her dusky nipples as I did. “Fuck, you’re perfect,” I murmured as I nuzzled her dark hair and breathed her in. The clean, floral scent of hair tossed me back to our first night.

Crazy, how certain scents could trigger such vivid memories.

Her soft hands splayed over my waist, and I gave an involuntary shiver. She took her time sliding them up, seeming to memorize each contour of my torso. As she spread them over my chest, she wet her lower lip. Another shiver took over when she used her fingertips to trace the lines of my ink that spanned my chest.

Notching myself into the V of her thighs, I shamelessly pressed my hard length against her clit. I knew I was in the right spot because even after over six weeks, I still remembered the feel of her body and how we fit together. Even separated by the fabric of our clothes, I could feel the hard little nub. Her answering breathy moan and the way she ground the heat of her pussy against me confirmed my beliefs.

Eventually, she trailed her nails down my abdomen, and she cautiously started to undo my belt. Her glance asked if it was okay, and I nodded. Watching my reaction, she unfastened my pants, slowly lowered the zipper, and dipped her hand into the waistband of my boxer briefs.

My breathing went a bit uneven, and I waited to see what she would do. I hissed in a sharp breath through my teeth when shewrapped her dainty hand around the thick shaft of my now rock-hard dick and squeezed.

“Fuck!” I groaned, my hips jerking when she started to stroke it.

“I want you too, Gabe,” she breathed, and now that she’d voiced the admission, I wasn’t going to give her time to change her mind.

Roughly, I grabbed the waistband of her sleeping pants and jerked them down to her hips. I had to fight back a primal growl when I found she had no panties on. She immediately lifted her ass to allow me to get them all the way off.

I cupped her swollen pussy and simply enjoyed the feel of her soft and smooth shaved skin as I petted her. On my third upstroke, I dipped my middle finger into her slit, capturing some of her wet excitement on the tip, then brought it up to circle her tight little bud. Boldly, she circled her hips, and I pressed the heel of my hand where she needed me and pushed two fingers back inside her tight wet cunt. The minute I did, she squeezed my finger with her walls, and our lips collided in a messy and needy kiss.

Whether she knew it or not, here, in this moment, she wasmine.

Desperation took over and I did something I rarely allow myself to do—lose control.

My need for her was a beast of its own, barreling down on me at breakneck speed and tearing apart every protective defense I had. I couldn’t touch her in enough places, hold her tight enough.

I wasn’t alone in that need. Her hands were in my hair, then gripping my arms, back, and shoulders until she scored my skin with her nails.

Through it all, I pumped my fingers inside her and she rode my hand.

“Gabe,” she gasped into my mouth as I curled them to stroke exactly where she needed me.

“God, I want you to come,” I panted back into her open mouth before slanting my mouth back over hers.

One hand curled around the back of my neck and the other fisted my hair as she held me to her lips where she sucked my tongue in her mouth. My brain went haywire, picturing her doing that to my cock.

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