Page 78 of Locke 2

“Yes,” I said.

“You think your pussy would milk me dry?”

Another throb tore through me. “It would.”

“I want it spilling out of you. I want to mark you.” He bit my bottom lip, his desire pressed against my legs. “Fuck, I have this fantasy of breeding the fuck out of you, Kali. Just tying you up and coming inside you over and over again. You’d keep it inside you, though. You wouldn’t push it out. I would fill you up.”

Holy fuck, his words incinerated me. I felt a little dazed. “I think we should put a day aside for this fantasy.”

He licked my lips, drunk off our kiss. “I agree. I have to date you first.”

I paused, grinning. “You want to date me?”

“Take you out somewhere nice. Isn’t that what women like?”

I nodded. “Yes. Is that what you want?”

“Only if it makes you happy.”

I expected him to keep kissing me, but then he stopped. He was holding back. Maybe to drive me crazy, I didn’t know. I wrapped my arms around him, enjoying the warm feeling of his body. His heart rattled against mine. Just as affected, his breaths were hard and uneven.

He looked down at me, and I stared up at him. He brushed away the strands of my hair, and I smiled sheepishly. “That was good. Thank you, Max.”

His breath tumbled out of him, shaky. “For you, anything.”

“Anything?” I repeated dazedly. “Are you sure of that?”

His words were resolute. “Whatever you ask of me, I’ll do it.”

“You’re already doing it.”

He shook his head. “This is easy for me, Kali. It’s sport.”

“Finding Lenny is sport?”

“Finding the monster responsible for Lenny is sport,” he corrected me.“Iwillfind him. Iwillkill him.”

I searched his eyes. Dangerous and bottomless. Eyes I could easily fall into, and I wanted to. Right now, I wanted to fall into Locke and never get up. “So, I’m right. You’re a wolf that hunts.”

That boyish look returned. “That’s correct.”

“How good of a hunter do you think you are?”

“If it bleeds, I can track it.” So much conviction was delivered in that simple line. I could imagine it. A moving reelinside my mind, of this man wading through the endless dark, searching for his prey.

I tensed, reminded of earlier words. Locke noticed. “What is it?”

I shook my head. “Nothing.”

“Don’t retreat from me, Kali.” For once, it came out as a plea instead of a demand.

“Did you know where I was?”

The muscle in his jaw ticked. He didn’t speak, and the seconds stretched. Then he finally ran his tongue along his bottom lip and said, “I knew, and I didn’t know.”

He saw my confusion and didn’t expand. I felt him brace himself as he waited for me to prod. It was easier if I asked a specific question than for him to just say it. Like me, Locke had difficulty opening up. I didn’t want to press him. We had pushed each other to the limit lately. The protective shells we had snugly fit into were beginning to crack.

What would we become once our shells were shattered and gone for good?What vibrant colours would paint our new lives? What new emotions would arise in us, filling the voids we never knew existed? The possibilities felt endless as I lay beneath him, searching his eyes for answers. No, no, I would not prod him about this.

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