I whimper at the loss, but before I can complain, his mouth crashes down on mine. The kiss is slow and deep, but oh, so brutal.
His teeth scrape my lips, his fingers pinching and twisting one of my nipples, making my body arch against him.
"Keep playing with yourself. I want to see you come apart with my cock inside your defiant mouth," he whispers, his breath hot against my skin.
I don't have time to react before he straightens, and shoves himself back between my lips.
His grip tightens, forcing my head back, angling my neck just how he wants it. He breaks completely, fucking my mouth like he owns it. Like I'm just his to use, his personal fuck toy.
And I fucking love it.
I lose myself in the way he takes, the way he groans, curses, grips my hair so tight I feel my scalp stinging.
His muscles lock, his thighs tremble, his breath stutters as he edges closer, closer, closer...
I shatter before him. A single swipe over my clit and I’m gone. I convulse around my own fingers, moaning around his cock, taking him deeper as my body locks, my vision flashing white.
He curses, his jaw going slack, his body tensing… and he's gone too.
His come spills across my tongue, hot and thick, his body shaking, his head tilting back as he lets go completely.
I don't move. Because I know what he wants next. What he always wanted before, too.
And I'm right.
He pulls out of my mouth, his fingers gripping my cheeks, forcing my mouth open.
His voice is quiet, edged with satisfaction.
"Tongue."
I stick it out, slowly, and he smiles lazily. Possessively.
"Good girl."
Fuck, I could come again just from that. From the way he looks at me.
His thumb drags over my lower lip, slow and deliberate, before he straightens.
"Swallow it all, Adora."
I listen and I do. I fucking do. My body isn't mine when he looks at me like that.
He helps me up, steadying me, watching me, something unreadable in his dark eyes.
I don't say anything because I don't want to shatter the moment. I don't even know what the fuck just happened between us. I just know I don't want it to end. I don't want to go back to that cold cell. I don't want to go back to a place where he only visits me to bring torment and mind games.
I turn my back to him and turn on the water, trying to avoid the moment of truth for as long as possible.
Ghost
My entire plan just went to shit. One fucking taste of her, and that was it. Gone. Fucked. Straight to hell.
I grip her, dragging her back against my chest, her bare skin pressed to mine, her body still trembling from the wreckage we both brought upon ourselves. I drop my forehead against her shoulder, my breath coming hard, uneven, fucking desperate.
I should let go. But I don't. I can't.
My hand spans the curve of her ribs, my thumb moving absently, soothing over the soft skin. She leans into me, silent, letting me hold her.
