“Maybe we could start out with the vanilla stuff before I go scaring you away with the stuff in my books.”
“Scaring me, eh? You realize I’m a supervillain, right? I don’t scare easy.”
“Are you sure, because I read some fucked up shit.” I kissed along his jaw. “Primal play, blood play, I guess bondage is a pretty normal kink… I’m just trying to think— Oh, this one book they fucked over a dead body of a guy he just killed. Scared yet?”
“Are you kidding? Fuck no.” He kissed my neck. “You’re going have to try harder than that if you’re trying to scare me off, Nightshade.”
I ran my hand through his hair and gave it a little tug so he’d look at me.
“Why do you call me that?”
“Well for one, it’s purple.”
I rolled my eyes while he laughed. “I hate purple. I know you know I hate purple.”
He smiled, brushing the hair from my cheek, gaze following the movement until it flicked to meet mine.
“Because it’s beautiful, dangerous, and deadly. And I thought of it before I knew you hated purple, in my defence.”
“Hm, I’ll allow it.Butyou’re going to have to make it worth my while.”
“Anything you want,” he whispered, pressing his lips to mine.
“Stop teasing and fuck me already.”
He chuckled, readjusting his grip so he could pull back a bit. But he didn’t go in right away; no he was still fucking teasing.
“Jesus fucking Christ, if you don’t?—”
I cut off with a moan. He slid all the way in, left hand going to my throat.
“Let’s get one thing clear; the only name you say when I’m fucking you is mine. God isn’t here and he’s not going to save you from me. You got that?” His voice dropped an octave.
My whole body shuddered as I nodded. His hand tightened.
“Use your words, Nightshade.”
“Yes,” I breathed. “I got it.”
“Good.” He started moving his hips slowly. “Now, how do you like to be fucked? Slow? Fast? Hard?”
Fuck if I knew. How was I supposed to form full thoughts, let alone words when he was moving like that?
“Your choice,” I managed to get out. He felt so good it didn’t matter how he fucked me, only that he kept going.
“You drive me fucking crazy, you know that?” He nipped at my neck. “Ever since I met you, you’ve infested every one of my thoughts. I couldn’t help but wonder what your lips tasted like, what you’d feel like wrapped around me.” He kissed his way up my neck, along my jaw and whispered in my ear. “Now that I know… Fuck, I don’t know how I’m supposed to keep my hands off you.”
Any bratty response I started to come up with fell from my lips when he readjusted his grip. I’d been slipping down the wall, but now he had a better hold and was able to keep me up. This must have been a better angle for him because he picked up his pace.
“Fuck,” I moaned.
Honestly, the feeling was mutual. He felt so incredible, how was I supposed to function without him close by? With thememory of his wicked mouth and wandering hands? I was so fucked.
He kept his pace, whispering absolutely filthy things in my ear. I swear he’d gotten into my book collection, because I was sure he was pulling some direct quotes. The more he talked, the sloppier his thrusts became, breathing getting more laboured.
The fact that he was close so soon made me absolutely feral. Some girls may not like it, but I wasn’t one of them. I loved watching him struggle to keep control. I’d love watching him actually lose control even more.
“Fuck, I’m close. Can I…”
