Page 41 of Poisoned Pawn

I swallow thickly and lick my lips as Carter tracks the movement. “I…I need…” I try to shake my head, to avert my eyes from his intense stare.

“No,” he states, shaking my chin in his hand until I raise my eyes again.

“I need…to…forget. I need you to make…me forget. Please,” I beg between shaky breaths and watch as his eyes spark to life with fire.

Eyes that banish my fears while his touch burns away my shame.

“I’ll make you forget everything. Even your own fucking name,” he says, gripping the front of my t-shirt and pulling me to my feet.

CHAPTERFIFTEEN

STAR

He kisses me, one hand still gripping my t-shirt while the other winds into my hair, and with just a kiss, every nerve ending in my body comes to life. It’s not just akissthough. It is a claiming, full of ferocious want. It speaks of a twisted and possessive desire to own me. And I should run from it. Instead, I fall headfirst into it, allowing him to possess me. My body is happy to give up complete control, and I can’t do a damn thing about it.

I barely notice as the hand wound in my hair loosens because I’m too focused on how his tongue dances with mine, but I sure as hell notice as he rips open my t-shirt. Cold air licks at my skin like tiny pin pricks. My head drops back, breaking the kiss, and I look up at the sky swollen with unshed rain.

“This body…fuck! It’s divine. Perfectly made for me.” He cups my breasts, pushing them together as he flicks his thumbs over my hard nipples. “I’m going to fuck these tits. I’m going to fuck your cunt. Your arse. Your mouth. I’m going to erase the memory of every man that ever fucking touched you. I’ll own every god damn fucking inch of your skin. My touch will be your brand, Star.”

I can’t speak, can’t make a sound as his words tattoo my soul.

The sharp sting of teeth on my nipple is like a bolt of lightning and has my eyes snapping open. Clouds swirl in the sky mirroring Carter’s tongue and making my head swim. My hands reach out for purpose, finding his shoulders and balling his t-shirt up in my hands as he sucks my nipple into his mouth, switching between each one. I let out a low keen of pleasure, my back arching, desperate and begging for more.

I want everything he promised.

I want it all and more.

He releases my nipple with a pop and runs his tongue up my neck, nipping at my chin before trailing kisses along my jaw. His lips scorch my skin, branding me. But it’s deeper than that. Each touch is a score on the very bones of me.

He knows.

He knows what they did to me. What they made me into. And yet, here he is setting fire to everything before him.

Everything stops as he strips off from the waist down, giving a quick tug of his cock, then he drops to his knees at my feet. Like he’s worshiping me. My eyes meet his as he yanks at the joggers I’m wearing, and he lets out a growl when he sees me naked beneath them. Slipping off my shoes and trousers, he grips the back of my thighs and tugs me forward, then he sits back on his haunches.

Raising one leg, he places my knee on his shoulder, baring me to him. “You’re going to ride my face and show me how good you come as I fuck your pussy with my tongue.” A wicked smile flashes across his face as he places both my hands on his head then with one hand on my arse, he raises my other leg, again placing my knee on his shoulder. The precarious position sends a thrill through me as he adjusts his hold slightly before hauling me forward and burying his face in my pussy.

“Holy…fuck!” I stutter as he sucks my clit into his mouth, flicking the tip of his tongue over and over again. My hips rock back and forth, chasing my release as rain starts to fall again. Tossing my head back, raindrops cascade down my face. It feels like we’re moving, but I’m too lost to the euphoria this man is building in me to care. I’m lifted high as Carter drives his tongue inside me, the bridge of his nose rubbing against my swollen clit.

The rushing of the waterfall grows louder like a staccato rhythm in time with each flick of his tongue, and my thighs tense, squeezing against the sides of his head. My hands lock around his neck, fingers interlacing as I ride his face. Skin tingling and heart beating, my breaths shorten, coming out in hitched pants.

“Ahh, ahh, fuck…oh fuck, Carter! Fuck!” My rocking slows, and I grind my pussy against his face as my orgasm rips through me like a wild storm.

Carter hums his approval, and the vibration is nearly too much for my oversensitive clit. As he lowers me enough to look up at me, his face slick with my cum, I become aware of water lapping at my toes and see we are now in the middle of the pool of water. It’s not very deep, resting just above his waist.

“What the…” My words trail off as he lowers me, and I wrap my legs around his waist. He strides forward toward the waterfall, and I tense in his arms as we near it.

“I’ve got you,” he says, voice a husky growl and laced with humour. He sidesteps the main flow, choosing the right side where the water flows down the rocky face more steadily.

Cold water sprays off the surface of the pool as the waterfall hits sending goosebumps up my arms.

“Shit that’s cold,” I exclaim.

“It is,” Carter says, stepping up and stopping at the edge of the thundering fall. “Do you trust me?”

I think about his question as I search his eyes. Then decision made, I nod. “With my body yes.”

“For now, that will do. I’ll earn the fucking rest. Lean back.”

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