Page 52 of Bourbon & Blood

She bent and untied the laces on her boots, toeing them off and then straightened.

Her hands shaking, she went for her belt. I watched her every movement as she had her jeans join her rust-colored jacket thing and tank on the floor. I didn’t even fully remember the thing falling from her slender shoulders, didn’t remember taking it from her. That was alright, though.

She wore a matching bra and panty set, and it was nice. A neutral beige, lacy and sheer; the deep rose of her nipples peeking through.

While I didn’t think she’d counted on getting fucked tonight, she’d prepared for it anyway, and I was alright with that.

“I like this,” I murmured, reaching for her, grasping her by the hips and pulling her closer. “It’s nice.”

She swallowed audibly, and she was a bit stiff under my hands, leaning back just a bit in my grasp, her resistance subtle but there. She was still afraid, and I had to see what I could do about that.

I wasn’t used to easing a person’s fears be they man or woman. I was used to leveraging that shit to my advantage; so, I found myself at a severedisadvantagewith this, but that was alright. Nothin’ easy tasted as sweet or was ever much worth havin’ and my little Alina? She was quite the prize.

“You’re alright now,” I whispered, and she came to me, her reluctance ebbing like the waters around these parts afore a monster storm.

She closed her eyes and yielded under my hands and that was good, that was real good. I put my lips to hers again, even softer, even easier than before. She opened like a flower reaching for the sun, the tension leaving her body, her lips parting, the kiss deepening, and her arms twining reluctantly ‘round my neck.

I pulled her tight up against my body and she moaned into my mouth, the sound as sweet as candy.

Her hands settled lightly on my hips, half against my skin which tingled, and half on my belt and the waistband of my jeans.

I delved my tongue deep into her mouth, tasting her, sucking on hers, nipping her lips lightly. I tore my mouth from hers once again, and nipped along her jaw, seeking out the sweet spot on the side of her neck, stopping to breathe along her skin and to nibble her earlobe along the way.

She whimpered, a soft little sound of helplessness and music to my ears. It lanced through me, went straight from my ears to my dick, making my cock jump where it tented the front of my pants.

I ravaged the side of her neck with my kisses and she wilted, no,meltedinto my embrace.

“I got you, baby,” I murmured into her ear and she sucked in a sharp breath as I lifted her by her hips, spun her in place, and threw her down onto the bed. She let out a sharp yelp, bouncing once, and put her hands down. I moved lightning quick, faster ‘n a striking water moccasin, and hooked fingers into the waistband of her panties.

She sucked in a sharp breath as I swiftly pulled them down off her legs and dropped them to the floor with the rest of her things.

I got over the top of her and returned my mouth to hers. She kissed me, making a strangled noise as I parted her knees with one o’ mine.

Her hands went to my face, holding it firmly, keeping my mouth to hers and I liked that. She was getting excited. I could smell her, lightly perfuming the air with her desire, and I wanted to taste her so bad.

I kissed her fiercely, with passion, and worked my way down. She cried out, gripping the sheets at her hips as I pulled down the cup of her bra and latched on to one of her nipples, sucking, gripping it lightly between my teeth, teasing the hard little nub with the tip of my tongue.

Her chest heaved, and she writhed. I glanced up. Those gray eyes of hers that held me captivated every time I looked into them stared down at me, heavy-lidded with passion, as I worked first one of her perfect tits and then the next.

Eventually, I abandoned them to work my way lower, kissing, licking, and nipping all the way down her stomach, delving my hands down between her hips and the bed. I gripped her perfect ass in my hands and raised her up to my mouth, sucking on her clit and listening to the whining, panting, cry, she let out. She’d silently begged me for more with her eyes the whole way down here, and I aimed to deliver.

God, she tasted divine – sweet, clean, vaguely salty with a hint of musk. She tasted so polished, so pure, like the personification of a good hard rain that washed the world clean.

She certainly cleansed some of the sin from my soul, just by her taste alone. As though by pleasing her, I took some of her innate goodness into myself. I was one dark, greedy, son of a bitch. I would take all that she had to give me.

She writhed under me, her fingers gripping the bottom sheet, her hips bucking unbidden like my attentions were too much. I had to disagree; they weren’tnearlyenough. I put an arm across her hips, pinning her down, holding her still, and slipped a thick finger up inside her andoh, damn… she was wet. So very wet, her cunt honey slicking my way as I teased around up inside of her to find that spot.

She shrieked in surprise and writhed again, her voice punctuating every one of her panting breaths as I worked her and I liked that. I liked that a lot – how vocal she was.

I worked her up, played her like a fiddle, and when she came apart for me, unraveling like a satin ribbon in my arms, she did it screaming – screaming her pleasure to the very gods who I damn know listened to their angel.

Hmm, yeah…

CHAPTERTWENTY-ONE

Alina…

I stared up at the ceiling with its lazily turning fan overhead and panted, my knees quaking, my thighs trembling, and I justcouldn’t… I couldn’t do anything. I couldn’t move, my limbs just feeling like they were weighted with lead.

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