Page 87 of Stalker

My God, if she only knew how beautiful she was at that moment. I stared up at her, studying her pinched face and the way her lips pursed from pleasure and a hint of annoyance.

She both loved and hated the way I orchestrated her body.

I licked savagely, rougher than before and she seemed to love it. Her moans were loud and husky, her face glistening from perspiration.

She undulated against me, jutting her hips forward so her pussy was smashed against my face. I feasted like a king, finally allowing her to fulfill her needs.

As her body began to shake uncontrollably, I drove another finger into her asshole. My delicious creature threw her head back, her scream almost as primal as any I’d heard before.

She wiggled as if trying to escape, but there was no chance in hell. I continued licking her as she gyrated and bucked. As her shaking began to subside, I pressed kisses against her thigh, still drinking in her heavenly smell.

Her eyes were closed as I rose to my full height. Oddly enough, she was the one licking her lips even though her juice continued to stain mine.

I lowered her leg to the floor, rubbing both hands down her arms until she was steadier on her feet.

“Go outside,” I told her. My tone was commanding. There was no wiggle room. She would obey me.

She didn’t ask me why or issue her usual rebuttal of retaliation.

She simply walked outside.

Her scent lingered in the air, a tempting combination of vanilla, exotic spices, a touch of jasmine, and something much more carnal in nature.

Desire building to a firestorm.

There was no way of explaining to anyone else, including my brothers, what this moment of surrender felt like. As if I’d finally found someone who could abate the dark shadows always following me, always grasping at portions of my life. Maybe the demons were aspects of my psyche, feeding on my soul as they sucked every ounce of humanity from me.

Not tonight.

Tonight I’d feel alive again, just like I remembered from a long time ago.

Even though violent urges gnawed at me, on this night, I’d recapture every ounce of control.

For now.

CHAPTER22

Cassandra

The most powerful orgasm I’d ever had in my life.

That was the only thought running through my mind as I made my way out the set of sliding doors.

He’d been more truthful with me than I’d expected him to be, yet had managed to hide behind a cloak of protection. It was a beautiful dance we’d both gotten very good at. I knew from personal experience how to dodge questions when necessary, using my legalese to ward off potential danger.

From my own private and very secret life.

I’d walked into the den of a monster and couldn’t bring myself to leave because I just didn’t want to.

The light breeze was cool, even cold against my skin, yet I wasn’t shivering. There was too much heat and fire running through my veins. While I felt the kiss of adrenaline as well, Wilder’s unwavering stare had kept me crackling with energy.

I’d never felt so free or alive in my life. A smile remained as if painted on my face. All because his mouth and tongue were magical implements.

Wow.

I moved onto the deck, taking another deep whiff of the soil, sand, and water. The combination was irresistible. A tingle of excitement trailed down my spine. It was the same feeling I always had when walking into the courtroom the first time only seconds before facing whatever criminal element I’d been assigned to prosecute.

Killers were my favorite.

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