Page 86 of Stalker

I rubbed my thumb across her jaw as my cock pressed hard against my trousers. “So enchanting. So amazing. You can trust me, Cassandra. I will never allow anything to happen to you.”

“I know.”

She kept her eyes closed even as I removed the wineglass from her hand, placing both our glasses on the counter. While she’d remained stiff, her body soon began to relax as I stroked her soft skin. It was so easy to become lost in the moment, to forget that she could possibly help lead to the demise of my company and my family. Yet everything with and around her seemed worth the risk.

I slowly pulled one arm of her dress over her shoulder, taking my time to lean over and press my lips against her chiseled bone. She shuddered at my touch, turning her head to the side. It was almost as if she was still embarrassed by her reaction to me.

From her desire for a killer.

“Wilder,” she whispered.

Hearing the way she said my name brought a rough swell of emotions into my system. I almost demanded she called me Stalker, but that’s not who I was with her on this night.

Tonight I’d opened myself up to a level of vulnerability that had never occurred before. On the dark yet star-filled night, I was simply a man enticed by a woman.

The thought was strangely alluring yet damning in a way she could never understand. She didn’t want to see the man inside of me, the broken creature whose only method of survival had been death.

She’d already come to the conclusion that’s what I was.

Her breathing remained ragged as I tugged her other sleeve down her arm. While the dress was form fitting, the moment she swished her hips back and forth, the material flowed down and over her hips, falling silently to the floor.

There was a strange sense of shame in her eyes, but only briefly. She pressed her hand against my chest and I slowly lowered my head, staring at her fingers for almost a full minute.

I slowly rolled my hand down her side, never allowing my eyes to leave her or to blink. She sucked on her lower lip when I lifted and placed her foot on the edge of the counter. With her other leg outstretched almost to an awkward point, she was forced to grip my shoulders. Her sweet, nervous laugh was surprising.

Tilting my head, I rolled the tips of my curved fingers down from the ball of her foot to the curve of her calf, making certain I tickled the underside of her knee before continuing.

Cassandra’s breath was skipping, her long eyelashes skimming across her rosy cheeks. Her chest was rising and falling as I brushed a single finger up and down her pussy. But only once.

I sensed she was surprised when I slowly dropped to my knees, placing my hand on the underside of her leg. She arched her back even more in response, panting as I blew a single puff of hot air across her slickened folds.

“Fuck,” she whispered, swallowing loudly as another wave of nervousness took over.

This wasn’t about rushing, although my cock ached like a son of a bitch to be inside of her. Still, I forced myself to take time as I darted my tongue across her clit, slowly at first, finally flicking it like the wings of a bird.

How I adored hearing her soft moans and the way she clenched her fingers around my shirt. Perhaps she believed she was holding herself in place.

I nipped her tender bud before pulling the sweet tissue into my mouth, sucking as if it was the perfect lollypop. Only the taste of her was much sweeter. Soon she was dripping the scent driving me wild. I could easily do this for hours.

But I wouldn’t.

No, my hunger was escalating.

I continued sucking until she was bucking hard against me. When I dragged my tongue all the way down her sweet slit, she issued a nervous laugh. The woman was trembling in my arms and I found that as adorable as everything else about her.

She was truly nervous in my presence.

My tongue was slathered with her cream, but I was a thirsty man. I lapped at her pussy, moving up and down in a slow and easy pace.

Every moment she rocked against me, I was pushed into a savage, uncontrollable feeling of nirvana. I kept one arm wrapped around her extended leg while I eased the other to her bottom. At first, I cupped and squeezed her rounded flesh, but when I buried my tongue and face into her wetness, I drove my thumb into her tight asshole.

“Oh, shit. I…” She laughed again, but I now knew better than to think my thick digit was too big for her dark hole. My cock would be there soon enough.

I thrust my tongue into her tight channel at the same time I pumped my thumb into her asshole. Every rocking motion was the perfect rhythm, her breathing extremely labored.

I’d learned her body, the highs and lows of what made her tick. That had been done on the first night we’d been together. I brought her close to an orgasm more than once, but pulled away, wanting her to remain completely on the fringe of bliss.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” she managed, stretching her muscles more than she’d done before.

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