Page 94 of City of Salvation

Her head nodded against my hand, her heart rate beating at a delicious pace under my palm.

I kissed her hard, shoving my tongue inside her warm mouth, letting her taste herself before filling her with my fingers again, pumping them faster and faster.

“Dex,” she moaned. “We’re in a fucking hall.”

“And? If you want to run from me, then I’m going to fuck you in public so everyone knows you’re mine. Stake my claim so no one dares try.” I moved my mouth up to her ear so I could whisper the next part. “I’m going to paint you with my cum and make you walk through this fucking club as my little masterpiece. You understand? My cum is going to drip from your greedy cunt for the rest of the night.”

She shivered against me, her pussy gripping my fingers. “Mmm. Seems your pussy is a fan of that idea, baby.”

I dropped to my knees, pushing her legs apart, ignoring her protests about being in public as I lifted her legs, one at a time, pulling her thong the rest of the way off and pocketing it before diving under her dress and lapping up her pussy. The protests morphed into cries of pleasure as I sucked on her clit, adding a third finger. She fisted my hair, pulling on the strands harder and harder the closer she drew to release.

I wanted to watch her fall apart, but my head was full-onunderher dress. I’d fuck her in public, but I didn’t want anyone to be able to see what was mine. The thought had me moaning into her pussy.

Mine. That was exactly what she was. I began jerking off, needing to relieve some of the pressure before I came. Fuck, I wasn’t even inside of her.

“God, I love watching you fist your cock while you eat me out,” she panted, her words barely audible above the music. I pumped harder, humming in pleasure against her pussy at the praise. She was so fucking close—I could sense it. The desire to push her over the edge was so strong. I removed my fingers, replacing them with my tongue as theysnaked back to her ass, my pointer finger pushing in up to the knuckle. She cried out my name as she came, her inner walls spasming around my tongue in a way that made my cock jealous.

I stood when she was spent, flipping her around and securing her wrists at the base of her spine, leaning in to whisper in her ear.

“I’m going to fuck you now, spitfire,” I said, pulling my jeans down just enough to put it in her but not have my ass fully on display.

That was the only warning she received before I drove my cock inside her. I’d never wanted a woman the way I wanted Nikki, and I didn’t want her for a single fuck.

“Middle name,” I demanded between thrusts.

“What?” she asked, the word coming out in a rush of air.

“I need your middle name,” I said, swirling her clit with my finger. “Now.” I smacked the globe of her ass when she took too long to answer, caught up in the lust of the moment.

“Anya.”

I pulled out, flipping her around and holding her leg up near my side so I could look into her eyes as I sank back in. “Natasha Anya Petrov, I want you for as long as I continue to breathe,” I said, punctuating with a thrust as I cupped her face. “I don’t give a shit if this is the least romantic way to tell you I love you. I can’t wait any longer. Being without you isn’t an option, and I am tired of letting you run from me,” I said against her lips, kissing her. “I will hunt you down wherever you go, woman.” She stilled in my arms, but I couldn’t stop, needing her to hear all that was on my heart. “Life isn’t worth living without you in it, spitfire. Fuck your past. All I need is your present and our future.”

My words came out as a plea. I’d done the one thing I’dnever thought I’d do again: pull my heart out of where I’d hidden it away, and risk it being broken.

But she was worth it.

I’d endure the pain every fucking time, if only for another moment with her.

She cupped my face, her eyes searching mine. A single tear escaped, rolling down her beautiful face, and I leaned forward, lapping it up with my tongue. “Let me in, spitfire. Let me love you,” I whispered.

“I’m scared.”

I held her, chuckling at the fact that I was nuzzling her neck with my cock buried inside her. Robert was right when he told me I didn’t know what the fuck I was doing when it came to romancing a woman.

“Nikki, I don’t know shit about being romantic or being a Prince Charming. But I will stick by your side and help slay all your demons. I’ll cheer you on and hold you when you crumble.” I captured another escaped tear. “I’ll let you fucking fly and be at the bottom to catch you if you happen to fall.”

She let out a hiccup, tears freely flowing now. My heart seized because I didn’t know what they meant. My heart pounding with anticipation, I leaned in. Her salty lips met mine, and in that moment, time stood still. The kiss was a tender dance, a passionate expression of my feelings. I wanted her to feel all my promises in her soul.

“Forever and always, spitfire,” I said against her mouth. “Even if you don’t want me, I will be there for you.”

A sob fell from her lips, causing my heart to clench. To break.

This wasn’t what she wanted. She wasn’t ready, and I didn’t know if she’d ever be, but I would wait until that day came or until the reaper collected my soul.

I cupped her face once more, kissing the tip of her nose. “Just a warning, though, every man who comes near you will end up in a grave,” I said, pulling out of her.

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