I don’t know who breaks first.But one second our mouths are shouting and the next we’re charging towards each other.
My lips crash against hers and it’s the neediest kiss I’ve ever had.She pushes deep into me, our mouths bruising from the force of need.
Teeth.
Tongues.
A nip and a nibble.A breathy moan.
Hands clawing at clothes.Fingers prying and pulling at buttons and zips and robes.It’s as though we’ve never taken a breath and we are each other’s oxygen.Drinking each other down in hungry gulps of flesh and tongue.
I bite down on her bottom lip until she squeals.A warm, metallic liquid seeps over my tongue.
Blood.
She really is alive.I want to take her home.But home is where Ignatius is.
The deal.
The betrayal.
“What’s wrong?”Lucy says, bringing her hand up to cup my cheek and wipe the grimace from my expression.“Talk to me…”
The fight dissipates.But I can’t tell her, not yet.If I confess now, she’ll never agree to come back to Ora City.
While Ignatius might take her, I’ll never give up.I’ll find a way to free her from him, I’ll just have to beg for her forgiveness after.
So instead of answering, I smother the silence with a kiss.Softer this time.
Needy.
I savour every caress of her, the sweetness of her blood, the warmth of her flaming body beneath my touch.I cradle her jaw, her neck.Pepper kisses along her throat and inhale the scent of her hair.I drag my fingers through her tresses and wrap my hands in her locks.She kisses my neck, nipping and licking and biting as if she can’t decide whether to kiss me, eat me or fuck me.
All three, please, gods.
Because right now, she still has feelings for me, and she won’t once she knows what I agreed to.That, this time, I sacrificed her soul for mine.
Wrong as it is, I will take what I can get from her, just in case I never get the chance to explain.
I need to treasure our time together.Cradle the memories of her body against mine, the taste of her pussy on my tongue before memories are the only thing I have left of her.
I kneel, glide my hands up her calves and bring her robe up, up, up.Over her thighs and above her waist.I nudge her until her backside rests against the broken table.Then I place my lips against her thighs.Kissing and licking along her flesh.Slow.Agonising.Left thigh, right.Kiss, kiss, peck.
One luxurious long lick and a stroke of my tongue.I drag teeth over the runes until she’s trembling and begging me to fuck her.
“Please, Daddy.I need…”
“What do you need, baby girl?Use your words…”
“Your tongue.”
I focus on her pussy, kissing my favourite place in the world.Then I push my tongue down her slit, parting her folds.
She bucks and leans against the table, moaning.“Oh fuck, more.”
But I take my sweet time, savouring every second of this fucked-up mess of a situation.I push all the rage and hurt and fear away and focus on the now.
The taste of her, the feel of her on my tongue.
