Page 27 of Unholy Cross

He wanted to please her.Show her how much he valued her.Wanted her.Neededher.He pushed her back until she lay flat on the bed, and while she watched him, he took off his shirt.Her gaze traced over every inch of his body, pausing on each of his tattoos.Desire darkened her eyes, and it pleased him that she liked his art.The slight pain from the tattoo needles had always distracted him from the rage, and over time he got addicted to burn.

As he kicked off his shoes and unzipped his jeans, panic filled her face.Cross held up his hand.“Don’t be scared,” he assured.“I’m not going to fuck you.Not yet, at least.All I want to do is give you pleasure.Will you let me do that?”

She studied his face, and he’d never seen that level of vulnerability before.As he stood before her, waiting for her acquiescence, his heart thumped heavily in his chest.Slowly, she nodded, and if he could feel happiness, it would be at this moment.

Maybe she would be his salvation.

He knelt on the bed, easing up to her, to trace over her delicate face.Down to her collarbone, lightly tracing over her cloth-covered breast.Her breath hitched and he shot a quick glance at her face to make sure she was still with him.Her wide, grey eyes watched him, her chest heaving as her body came alive.

Cross wanted her naked, so he slid his hand under her shirt to lift it up.Bare, soft skin.No bra.Watching her closely, he wanted to make sure she was still with him as he bared her body.He’d never seen someone more beautiful.Although some might say she was frail, he didn’t see her as fragile.Tracing over her breasts with his fingertips, he focused on removing her pants.

“Lift your hips,” he ordered, and she obeyed.

She lay before his hungry gaze, the blush that had tinted her cheeks now covered the rest of her, and bent her legs to shield herself.

“Don’t hide, Sweetheart,” he murmured, easing her legs down and open.“Every part of you is beautiful.”

He positioned himself between her thighs, spreading them open as anticipation swelled.In the club, he had been a self-absorbed lover.He never went down on a woman because club pussy was made just for cocks, not for mouths.Some men might like tasting another man’s cum, but he wasn’t one of them.Innocence oozed out of Lorelei, and knowing he’d be her one and only had him determined to rock her world.For the first time in his life, he wasn’t thinking about himself.No other man had known her and he damn sure didn’t want some other asshole sniffing around thinking she was free.Because she wasn’t.She was his, and he was going to make damn sure this experience was good for her.From now on, it was all about her pleasure and the orgasms he was determined to give her.

Gripping her ass, he brought her pelvis up to his mouth and tasted her for the first time.The sweetness of her cunt had his eyes rolling back.Pure nirvana.As soon as his tongue rasped against her sensitive nub, her body arched like it had touched a live wire.The awe on her face gave everything an edge that pumped through his blood, lighting him on fire.

“You taste like honey,” he murmured, blowing against her core which caused her to shiver.He loved her response.“You were made for me.”

Licking up and down, he sucked on her sensitive nub, as her tight pussy quivered around his tongue.The moment she came, he had never seen anything more sensual, more beautiful in the throes of bliss.He wanted to see her come undone every day for the rest of his life.When her body finally relaxed and she sagged back onto the blanket, he eased up his torment but he didn’t withdraw.

He wanted more.“Give me another one.”

Placing his hands under her knees, he pushed back her legs and scooted up until they hung over his arms.Then he dropped his head over her wet pussy and began anew.He flicked her clit in quick, repetitive motions, and her mouth opened in pleasure.If she could talk, he had no doubt she’d be gasping and moaning.Her cream ran and he lapped it up, already addicted to her taste.He sucked on the little bundle of nerves and she splintered apart again.She tasted so damn good.Possessiveness gripped him.

Mine!

When she collapsed, panting and sweating, he finally let go of her legs.Wiping his face on the blanket, he scooted up until his head lay on a pillow.Then he pulled her into his arms, and she nuzzled into his chest.He was so fucking hard it was actually painful, but he didn’t care.He’d have a turn someday.Slowly, her body went slack and he knew the moment she fell asleep.Her breath tickled the hair on his chest, and with the static gone from his head, it was easy to relax.Before he knew it, slumber claimed him.

Chapter Twelve

Lorelei’s eyes flutteredopen and she ended up staring at the ceiling.She didn’t need to look to know Cross wasn’t next to her, and she wasn’t sure what to think after last night.Wonderment might be the right feeling, but a ribbon of embarrassment also lingered.She knew about sex, of course, but for the past five years it hadn’t even been a thought.At Noble Vale, she’d been under constant surveillance, so even masturbating was out of the question.

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