Page 28 of Burn
“I saw…it was bad… I was so…” She stammers, the mug rattling on the surface of the table.
“Shhh. Easy baby. It’s all good.” I say, taking the coffee from her hands and setting it down gently for her. “I’m here.” Her lips tremble against mine as I bend down, kissing her softly. “I told you I’d be back.”
“You taste like smoke.” She gasps, her hands still tremoring as she cups my dirty face.
“Hazard of the job.”
“It reminds me of what we did.” She whispers, her voice low, her eyes darting downward in something akin to shame.
Lifting her face with my index finger, I look at her deeply in those dark cat-like eyes. “We did what we had to do. You know that.”
“I know. But…”
“No buts, baby. Come on. Come with me and let me take the thoughts away.” I purr to her, kissing her again, this time covering her mouth with mine, licking against the seam of her lips, asking for entrance.
“Zeph.” She sighs into the kiss, her body relaxing, her hands falling from my face to the table.
“Phoenix.”
Fuck her to keep her mouth shut.
With a growl I lift her from her seat at the table, wrapping her legs around my waist, deepening how far I pass my tongue into her mouth. She clings to me, her hands linking behind my neck, her breath stealing mine. It’s like we were made to fit together, her lips curve around mine so perfectly, and her body melts into my chest so nicely as I carry her through the apartment, down the hall, and into her small bathroom. Without putting her down, I turn on the shower and reach my hand under the spray, wetting it, turning the black dust on me into an inky liquid.
Her sheer robe that she never changed out of turns opaque as I step us into the shower, the water immediately wetting her to the core. My hands leave black prints all over her as I touch everything on her I can reach. Her face drips with black water, the dirt dripping down on her chest where I flatten my tongue and lick it away.
I’m tainting her with my filth, the remnants of yet another murder, bringing her further into my darkness whether she knows it or not. It’s the stain of death that coats her as I set her down and turn her around, pushing her front to the white tile wall.
“God you’re so hot, all wet and filthy, baby.” I say, leaning my front to her back, my clothes soaked, my cock screaming behind the wet denim. “I want to lick all of you clean.”
“Do it.” She moans, pressing her hips back, grinding her bare ass on my aching crotch.
It’s a struggle to rip my jeans off, shoving them down my legs and hopping around like a lunatic as I yank them off my feet. Her little giggles as she looks over her shoulder make me smile, even with the annoyance of the clinging denim.
“This is funny to you?”
“Adorable.”
I toss the pants aside, then my shirt, and slam my naked front against her wet back. Lowering my gaze, letting my eyes smolder, I lick up the side of her cheek then nip her with my teeth.
“Still adorable, princess?” I purr, my hands wrapping around to her front, sliding up her skin, cupping her tits.
“Yes.” She breathes, then squeals when I kick her feet apart and grind my hard cock against the crack of her tight ass.
“Still?”
“Yes.”
The dirt from my hands paints her body as I squeeze her breasts and bury my face in the crook of her neck. I watch the blackness wash down her body, pouring over her back and onto my dick nestled between her cheeks. It’s beautiful watching the color of death taint her angelic skin.
Running my hand up her side, grazing her neck, I grab her hair, burying my fingers in it, pulling her head back. Her neck elongates and I nibble on the flesh just above her pulse, then bite down as I press my cock forward, feeling it slip between her wet pussy lips.
Her clit is hard on the head of my dick, pulsing with the need for me to be inside of her, and I can understand how it feels with how badly I want to be buried in her.
“Still, baby?”
“Mmmm.”
She can only moan now, her little laughs and humor turning into the carnal desire for me to take her.
