Page 37 of The Wraith & Her Killer

“Hmm,” I hum, straightening where I’m perched on the side of the tub and removing my hands from her completely. “And you thought you’d just… take care of your needy cunt all on your own?”

She sits up suddenly, and my eyes are drawn to the water that cascades down and over her breasts in sweet little rivulets. “I-I didn’t know when you were going to be home, and?—”

“Who owns your pleasure, Odessa?” I ask, gripping her jaw and tilting her face up until her dark eyes meet mine.

“You,” she answers immediately, the word nothing more than a heady breath on her tongue.

“Right,” I supply, pushing to stand and backing up a few steps. “Come here.”

Her lips part in surprise and her chest heaves with heavy breaths. She’s either nervous or scared. I’ll take either. She’s a fucking vision when I can wring either emotion from her.

“Adris—”

“Odessa,” I snap, loosening my belt to unbutton my black jeans.

She understands the connotation beneath the command, quickly standing and stepping out of the tub, her wet, mouthwatering body on full display for me. Her dark eyes turn obsidian with the lust consuming her as she waits rather impatiently for the next task. I stopped her orgasm, so now she’s constantly shifting, rubbing her thighs together and seeking any form of friction.

Grabbing a towel from the shelf next to me, I unfold it once and lay it at her feet. “Kneel.”

This time she doesn’t fight me on the command. Odessainstantly drops to her knees before me and for a moment, my brain graces me with an image of her kneeling for Cal or Rune. It’s got me clenching my jaw. Fisting her hair at the base of her skull, completely undoing her messy updo, I ask, “Who owns this body?”

Her brow furrows but she’s quick to answer.

“You, Adris.”

Fuck, yeah, I do.

“And this?” I question, tracing a finger over the scars I left on her chest.

Her lashes flutter. “You. Always you.”

There’s not been a day where my heart doesn’t do this painful thump when she confesses like this, but the masochist in me has come to crave that feeling, too.

“Good girl.” I grin down at her and she shivers in my grip.

Releasing her, I stand to my full height and her palms slowly slide up the front of my legs until they rest against my thighs. She sits there patiently, waiting as I slowly unzip my jeans. I watch her fingers curl into the fabric of my pants and she starts toslowly tug, her eyes homed in on my hard cock that she’s revealing at a painstakingly slow pace.

The moment my cock springs free, her delicate hand is there, wrapping itself around my thick length, giving it a few pumps.

Fuuuuuck,there really is nothing more erotic than seeing my blood diamond on her finger while she jacks me off.

Precum already coats the tip of my cock, the proof of my obsession with her glinting off of my piercing in an offering.

“You missed me?” I question, wrapping my hand around hers to squeeze harder around my length as she strokes me from root to tip.

“Yes,” she answers quickly, her breaths coming quick, her bare breasts rising and falling with every inhale as she squirms beneath me.

I cant my hips forward just enough to draw closer to her full, pouty mouth and tap the head of my cock against her bottom lip before smearing the precum there, painting her in my arousal like the perfect, pretty little canvas that she is for me.

A wicked grin pulls at my lips when her tongue darts out, catching the tip of my cock as she sweeps across her bottom lip, tasting me.

“Then show me, Wraith.”

My hand releases hers and sinks into her hair at the same moment her lips wrap around my cock and she sucks. My eyes threaten to roll back when she allows her teeth to scrape lightly along the bottom side of my shaft before tugging at my piercing. She licks and teases me, dragging her tongue back and forth from base to tip, fully coating me before taking me back into her mouth.

I love when I can force Odessa to submit to me, butmotherfucker,I fucking love the way she willingly takes my pleasure into her own hands. Literally.

I watch her work my cock, eyeing her over my shirt that’s now tugged up and held tight between my teeth so I don’t miss a fucking thing. Her lips sink deeper and deeper until I feel my cock hit the back of her throat and she coughs and gags around me. But shedoesn’t let up. I keep a tight grip on her hair and help her out when I feel her working her throat around me. Shewants to go deeper. She hums around my cock and I recognize the sound for exactly what it is.

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