Page 39 of Black Sheep

“Are you wet?”

Her chin rises in mutiny.

I push her panties lower. My fingers slide over her stomach, my nails grazing over her smooth skin. The muscles quiver delicately beneath my touch.

I finally look down.

Fuck. The material clings to her taut skin, moves with her breathing and the restless movement of her hips.

Black lace panties with two dark purple bows resting on each hipbone.

Purple. Her favorite color.

I despise myself for remembering. I despise myself for a lot of things right now. Which is probably why my hand is a little too rough when I grip the fabric and rip it off.

“God, you’re—!”

“Open your legs.”

“No.”

I fling the torn panties away. “You think I’m going to force you? No, baby. We’re going to stay right here on this floor, all night if we have to, until you show me that treacherous little cunt. Until I prove you the liar that you are. And while you think about that, I’m going to indulge myself with something else.”

Wariness enters her eyes. Her wrists strain against my hold until she recognizes that I have the power here. “What?”

Back in Connecticut, I forced myself to resist. But tonight, tasting her was inevitable the moment I found her here. I recognize that now. Tasting her deep and long was always how I preferred it. Although a lot of things have changed, the way I take her plump, fuckable mouth isn’t one of them.

I close my hand on her throat and fuse my mouth with hers, devouring her with ravenous licks and greedy bites. She whimpers, but I know she’s not fragile. She never was. It was all a fucked-up delusion.

She never needed a gentle knight in shining armor.

So I become her marauder.

I savor the texture of her tongue, reacquainting myself with its rough slickness, before I suck hard on it. Keeping it prisoner, I bite on the tip. She jerks beneath me, a moan escaping our meshed lips. Then she opens her mouth wider, her greed for my kiss as powerful as my need for satiation on every level. My teeth sink into her lush bottom lip, drawing it into my mouth for a fuller taste.

Sweet fucking Christ, she tastes even better than I remember. Or perhaps now that I know who and what she really is, my darkness is ready to open itself up to hers. Whatever. I roll my tongue over and over on that juicy flesh, each lick pumping more blood into my pulsating cock. I’m harder than I’ve ever been in my life, my dick head already saturated with pre-cum. I press that aching part of my anatomy into her naked hip, my mouth hungrier with the need to taste what my cock can’t.

She struggles against my hold, her need for more air transmitted in the heart thundering wildly against my arm. I don’t let up.

An unhinged part of me wonders if anyone has ever died from kissing. Maybe we will find out tonight. I open eyes I don’t remember shutting. Our gazes connect, and whatever she sees in mine makes hers flare wider in alarm. Her punchy breathing washes over my face in frantic waves.

She presses her neck into the floor, backing away from me. I follow, my mercy nonexistent. Vicious teeth sink into my upper lip. I taste my blood and her saliva.

The tip of my tongue sweeps over the rough cut. The sting of it is sweet bliss. But not nearly enough. I chase the fading pain while a single word pounds through my brain.

Again.

I ease off a fraction, long enough to croak between our mouths, “Again.”

Her eyes are enormous pools of trepidation. Ferocious hatred. And wild anticipation.

Her gaze fixes on mine, and she slowly draws my lower lip between hers. She captures me between her teeth. Then, with a groan, she sinks her incisor into the corner of my mouth.

My skin splits, and pleasure twists through me.

The sensation that registers is like a white-hot spike through my brain. Or what I imagine it feels like to be struck by lightning. I can’t breathe. Or think. I’m floating above myself like a fucking ghost, wondering why the useless asshole I’m staring at is writhing in bliss and agony.

But it strikes me that I’ve always felt like this with her. Like two people pulling at my center of gravity.

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