Page 20 of Virgin Lust

“She’s here?” I said, looking around.

Abruptly, the entrance to Mike’s swung open, and every head in the bar turned toward the door. Mystery woman’s long dark hair was twisted into a topknot with a few loose strands hanging over her forehead. Her cheeks were flushed with a slight sheen to her skin. She wore black jeans and shirt. From where I stood, her blue eyes looked completely black. My gaze drifted to her shirt. With every breath, the material tightened around her ample tits, and my jeans got more uncomfortable.

“She came to me,” I uttered. “Again.” Delight spiraled in my chest and bloomed into a deep ache. I just wanted to be close to her.

A gust of wind blew through the open door, and with it her tantalizing aroma wafted toward me. I inhaled.Wrong move.It only intensified the pounding in my cock. Suddenly, I understood why she smelled like rum. Just like the liquor, the female intoxicated. But there would be no sipping her slowly. I planned to guzzle her down and enjoy the burn. I was going to get wasted off of her.

Groans filled the room. My gaze bounced from every man and woman in the room. Their mouths parted, and their eyes glossed over, like they were in some sort of lust-filled trance.

“What is that smell?” Marty absently rubbed his hands against his pants. Wallis, though, happily pumped his pencil dick into his palm.

“It’s her, isn’t it?” Dirk’s tiny Adam’s apple bobbed up and down, and he pointed toward the mystery woman. “No wonder you’re going mad. How are you fightingthat?”

She scanned the crowd, not coming close until she spotted me.

A bald-headed man cut her off. “I can take care of you, sweetheart.”

Before he could lay a hand on her, I grabbed his shoulder and shoved him away. “Fuck off.”

Then I spotted the dude in the stool a foot away from her and gritted my teeth. He had was jacking off, much like I was earlier, as he stayed focused on her every move.

My muscles tensed and fury filled my veins.

I.

Would.

Kill.

Them.

All.

No one deserved to look at the beautiful creature approaching—but me. Because she was mine.My salvation.I tightened my fist as I stalked toward the masturbating man. Before I reached him, long, delicate fingers slid up my sides and latched onto my shirt. My heart thundered in my ears. The warmth rushing through me obliterated the anger. My gaze lowered and something fuzzy and right flourished in my chest despite the passion raging through my veins.Finally.The demon within me shuddered, happy to see her and delirious to have her rightthere.My racing heart was close to bursting.

As she pressed her chest against mine, I noticed how hot she was. She was like a flame, scorching my skin through the fabric. She rocked her hips against mine, and my eyes rolled back.Mine.There was nothing I wanted to do more than possess her body and spirit, like she had stolen mine. Caressing her neck, I tilted her head. Bending slightly, I nuzzled the spot behind her ear. She shivered and plastered herself against me. Pressure built at the tip of my cock, and I hissed. I’d never known passion like that. Would it be the death of me?

Who cared? What a way to go. Buried between my mate’s thighs, taking care of our needs. Flicking out my tongue, I tasted the perspiration on her skin. She grinded against my dick with her tits smooshed against me—God help me. Without a doubt,she was my woman.

When she raised her leg, I lifted her until both of them wrapped around my waist. My palms gripped her ass, and a shudder wracked my body. She fit so beautifully that my heart sang. Adjusting her position, she dragged her tongue across my neck. Pleasure zinged down my spine, adding fuel to my aching cock. I swayed and nearly knocked over a table.

“Jesus,” I muffled against her hair. Her wet pussy soaked the crotch of her jeans. The man and demon inside me reveled in that. I wanted to drag my tongue all through her juices until she cried out my name. My hands shook as I grabbed her hair and tilted her head back. She whimpered as I sucked along her neck again, hard enough to imprint myself on her skin, so she’d know who she belonged to.

She’s so soft.

Something about her made me think of a naughty princess. Even mauling me in a bar, I still remembered the regal way she looked the first time I saw her.Perfect, but cold.Something I shouldn’t be touching but would, anyway. Tightening my hold on her ass, I lost myself in the taste of her salty skin.The repetitive slap of flesh against flesh filled my ears. Dragging my lips from her neck, I looked up and noticed acts of sex throughout the bar. Then it dawned on me. Everyone was fucking because of her. What exactly was she?

The last straw was a man grunting out his release. Snarling, I picked up an empty glass on the table beside us and chucked it at him. Unfortunately, the object bounced off his shoulder and crashed to the floor. The shattering tumbler did nothing to distract the couple.

“Hey,” I hissed at my soulmate—Jesus, I couldn’t wait to know her name. When she didn’t respond, I grasped her chin. “We can’t do this in public. You can come to me anytime, but not like this.” I took a deep breath. “Do you understand that I’ll kill everyone in here, and it won’t faze me?” When she whimpered and dry-humped me, my gaze softened. Her lips parted as she stared at me. “Hey…”

Something wasn’t right. It was as if her body was on automatic. She wasn’t the previous night’s Goth princess who escaped her dream. It was like she was under the influence of some sort of drug.

She shoved a hand between us and wrestled with my belt. I wrapped my fingers around hers and stopped her frantic movement. “Easy, Princess. Let’s get out of here.”

She sighed.

A second later, my fucking pants disappeared. I fought the delightful shiver worming its way under my skin. Without pants or boxers, my cock was rested against her drenched jeans. “Did you do that?” No answer. Again, it seemed she was under a trance, allowing action but no words.

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