Page 75 of Bourbon & Blood

When he went down on me, I swear I saw stars. I wasn’t even close to orgasm yet – he was just getting started.

Feeling bolder, and braver than I did our first time together, I put a hand on top of his inked scalp and pressed his mouth to my pussy as he delved his tongue between my lips and inside me.

Fuck, that was good, but I craved a deeper touch.

I panted and gasped, gripping the covers with one fist, the other pressing his mouth to me as he rolled those alien eyes up to gaze all the way up the long length of my body.

God, the view between the valley of my breasts at those eyes looking up at me, penetrating me all the way down to my soul, wasso fucking hot. When he shoved two fingers inside me, I almost lost myself in it completely, my eyes closing, my head tipping all the way back, as he wrung a cry from my throat that painted the town red with my lust.

He held one of my thighs, and with that hand, did something no one had ever done before – he reached around over the top of my leg and pressed the heel of his hand on my lower stomach, just above my pubic bone andholy shit! Oh, shit!It was like he brought that place inside me down in contact with his fingers inside of me, the sensations going from zero to absolute goddamnmagicin the blink of an eye.

It was so quick, so unexpected, I very nearly died a real death. I can’t tell you how I was ready to go with a smile on my face.

He tortured me so sweetly, so completely, and I found myself spiraling high and higher; just like one of those fireworks, that once lit, shot spinning into the sky with its shower of sparks andbang!I was coming, knees snapped together, body curling, his fingers still inside me, wringing every last drop of pleasure out of me until it clearly became far too much for me and he stopped.

I felt suddenly empty, my legs shuddering uncontrollably, my body shivering like a junky too long denied a fix and the drug was definitely La Croix at this point.

He sat up, and picked up the box beside us, tearing it open and then tearing open the gold foil packet with his teeth. He rolled the condom onto his jutting cock, and rather than come to me, he did the hottest thing ever and wrapped those strong arms around my still trembling thighs and dragged me bodily to him.

With a grunt, and a deep fast stroke, he was all the way inside me, andoh,it was good. He hooked his arms behind my knees, folding me back until my legs touched my chest and he slid himself even deeper inside me. There was only one word to describe it –exquisite.

“Yes, harder,” I moaned, and he drew back and drove deep. I cried out and writhed, the intensity unreal but oh, so, delicious that I found myself begging him for more.

He didn’t disappoint. I don’t think he honestly ever could – not in the bedroom. He was careful about it, but at the same time, he let some of the dark savagery I knew he was capable of out on me. He drove into me deep and swift, and every time he did, he bottomed out against my cervix in such a way that it was a darkly sweet pain that’d like to drive me crazy.

“Touch your pussy,” he demanded, and I liked that. It was so deliciously dark, the kind of dirty a girl reveled in, and I reached between us, pressing my fingertips to my clit, andoh, God yes…

I moaned out from behind pursed lips and concentrated on my breathing.

The darkness swirled out of his eyes and danced with my soul in a decadent nightmare’s waltz among the stars. The stars that were gathering at the edges of my vision, the stars that dispersed through my very veins in an effervescent building rush. As though I was a vessel and filling slowly from my very womb, the weight there an erotic thing made even more erotic by the persistent rolling thrusting of his hips, the way his cock parted my folds and delved deep, hitting all the right places.

“That’s it, baby. That’s it, cher. You come for me,” he ordered gently and I just didn’t have it in me to disobey when he asked me so nice like that.

I arched, his cock slipping and riding so perfectly over that one spot, and it was all over. I slipped from his grasp and fell from the heavens. The rush and the thrill of falling from so high was so damn beautiful, tears gathered at the corners of my eyes with just how hard I came.

The only thing more perfect about coming so sweetly were the sounds he made as he came with me.

CHAPTERTWENTY-EIGHT

La Croix…

She whimpered in her sleep several times, waking me out of my light doze. I would hold her a little tighter, pull her a little closer, and she would settle but her sleep was uneasy today. I got my rest, but it was broken. When she finally did wake, I’d already been eyes open for a few minutes.

She gasped, and jerked against me and looked up, startling slightly when she met my eyes.

“You okay, cher?” I asked her and she nodded mutely. But by the white showing around those luminous eyes of hers, I knew she didn’t speak lest a tremble in her voice betray her.

I cocked my head and told her, “You ain’t need to hide nothin’ from me, you know that, right?”

“No, I know,” she said quickly. Maybe a little too quickly, y’ ask me.

I reached up and smoothed a thumb over her porcelain cheek dotted with the star scatter of her freckles and she lent me a brave but tremulous smile.

“What you dreamin’ about?” I asked and she looked away fast.

“Nothing,” she lied to me.

“Alina…” I know my voice held some warning, but I didn’t like this feeling, the feeling that something ain’t right between us.

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