Page 67 of The Ripper


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Warm hands knead my neck from my shoulders to my hair. Her touch is the best distraction. It rouses all my senses so that it’s the only thing I feel in the heat of the moment when her lips ghost over mine.

When we’re in the bedroom, I let her down onto her feet. Eve’s so small that I have to lower my face to kiss the top of her head while I inhale the sweet almond scent of her hair.

“Tell me a secret,” I whisper into her ear as she pushes the boxers over her hips and kicks them to the side when they pool at her feet.

Warm eyes flit up to mine. “I live with death coursing through my veins, but I’m still terrified of dying. I know it will happen one day, but…”

“No, it won’t.”

A soft, girlish smirk tugs at one side of her lips. The disconsolate expression twists at my insides. She’s looking at me as though she knows something I don’t. Like a parent humouring their child’s optimism.

“It won’t, Eve. I’m not going to let that happen. Ever. You’ll breathe for as long as I breathe. I’ll make sure of it.”

Pulling the vest over her head, she gives me a quietly indulgent chuckle as she drops it somewhere beside us. “Your arrogance knows no bounds.”

“No limits, remember?” A knot forms in my chest as the words take me back to the conversation we had the night I took her virtue. She is my only limit. I’m discovering that in everything we do together.

“So cocky,” Eve whispers, pressing her naked body to mine.

The gentle sway causes my cock to stiffen with the stroke of her belly. So soft, warm, and inviting that I can’t keep my hands off her. Moulding my palms to the curve of her back, I hold her flush to me as I flex into her.

“I like it.” Her hands slip beneath the top of my boxers, slowly edging them lower between us so that my precum slicks over her skin, lubricating the strokes of her skin over my erection.

“It’s sexy.” A deep swallow follows her remark.

In the dim glow of the bedside lamp, I watch a deep flush tinge her cheeks as she lowers herself down my body. The torturous brush of her breasts and the friction of her skin on mine make it impossible to control the constant simmering need that pulses in my veins for her, pounding through me.

Half-lidded eyes flit to mine as she crouches in front of me, fisting my underwear in both hands as she licks her lips, and the maddening heat of her breath sheaths my throbbing cock. Uncertainty clouds her stare as I comb my fingers into her hair and press her lips to the top of my cock, and before I can prepare myself, her velvet tongue swipes over it.

“Wrap your hands around me,” I tell her, my voice strained with the sensation of her lips pulsing around my tip in shallow strokes. “Grip. Tight, Eve.”

She does as I instruct her, watching me as I thrust between her lips. The feel of her hands clenching the base of my erection is heady. It makes it hard to measure my strokes. In and out, in and out as her tongue laves at my slit with breathy hums.

“Open wider,” I growl, shoving my thumbs into either side of her mouth as I fuck deeper, as far as her hands will allow, so that my tip brushes the back of her throat just enough to make her gag lightly around me. “Fuck, that’s good, darling.”

Wide, overwhelmed eyes pool deeper with tears every time I stroke out and push inside. Each time her hands slip lower down my cock, the urge to shove myself down her throat becomes harder to control as the flat of her tongue caresses my throbbing length. Again and again.

God, she’s so perfect like this, tears skittering down her cheeks with the choking hitch of her breaths and intoxicating moans. My muscles tighten, coiling with my need.

“Such a pretty mouth,” I grunt, pushing my thumbs deeper as I thrust harder, until her hands push at my groin. Her nails claw at my flesh as she whimpers and cries around my cock. The sound vibrates through me in scorching waves that knot my insides.

Yanking myself from her mouth, I pull her to her feet with my tight grasp on her jaw. “Get on the bed.”

I don’t give her a chance to do as I say as I wrap my arms around her waist when she turns away from me. Instead, I guide her to the edge of the mattress and lift her onto the bed, tucking her knees beneath her as I crouch behind her.

“So fucking wet,” I groan at the sight of her soaked cunt. Her arousal slicks the tops of her thighs.

It’s a fucking sight to behold. My blood pounds harder to my cock while my heart drums wildly.

“So fucking beautiful.” The words roll off my tongue as I inhale her sweet scent deep into my lungs and then swipe my tongue through her engorged folds.

Trailing my hands up her thighs, I grip her plump arse hard and mercilessly so that Eve squirms and bucks into my face as I lick over her again. Relentlessly, as I spread her open with my hands, my tongue laves at her clit between nips and sucks.

“Henry.” Eve’s whimpers get louder, breathier, and frantic as I take one long swipe.

I dip my tongue into her cunt so that I can spread her wetness higher. My hands claw deeper into her flesh as I drag my tongue through her crease. My cock weeps to bury itself inside her, to fuck all her tight holes and defile every inch of her. But my lips yearn to worship her body as I lick over the dandelion at the top of her arse, kissing each flyaway that climbs up her spine.

This need is unlike anything I’ve ever known. It’s infuriating and intoxicating, demanding things from me that I never knew existed inside me.

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