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Chapter Seventeen
Teddy
His lips find mine and claim them instantly. I’ll never get sick of the way he touches me, possessive, yet with reverence. His hands greedily come up my leg and torso, tugging my shirt over my head.
“I thought we had to pack,” I tease even as I help him pull my tight black jeans down. He rips the last leg off and his hand finds my thigh. His eyes find mine.
“We leave before dawn. First, I need you. My way.”
Something intense shines in his eyes, a need I’ve never seen, and I nod on autopilot. He doesn’t smile but leans down to plant a light kiss on my belly button. His hands move to my panties, pulling them down carefully and tossing them to the side before he pushes me up so I’m flat on the bed.
I’m so used to being tied when we’re together, I somehow feel more exposed lying here naked like this for him. He looks down on me, fully dressed, his hungry eyes moving up and down my body.
I beckon him with a finger and smile.
Pulling off his shirt, he comes down on top of me and covers me with his warmth. My hands move up and down his torso, trailing the scars dotting it. His mouth finds my neck and that sweet spot that makes me shiver. I press my hips up against him, wishing for more skin on mine.
Nipping one more time, he gets off me only long enough to undo his pants and lie down beside me. I greedily look at him, licking my lips at the sight.
“How can I please you, master?” I ask seductively, trailing a finger down his chest. He smiles lightly but pushes me back down.
“Like this, little doll. Like this.”
He shifts down and comes between my legs, draping one over his shoulder as he spreads me apart.
“Bran—Ahh!”
His tongue rakes up my slit and I can’t keep from crying out when his lips find my small nub. I’ve never had someone’s mouth on me, and it's intimate in a way I can’t describe. I feel wanton and exposed, cherished and debased. I love it.
My sounds must encourage him because he eats me like a starving man, his tongue exploring every fold. I’m lost in a sea of pleasure when a finger slides into me and I unravel right there, spasming over that one digit. His mouth doesn’t leave but gets softer when he hears me whimper at the sensitive area. His finger keeps up its steady motion, only pausing long enough to add another.
“Oh, fuck!”
I’m not sure if I’m coming again or still, but it takes several minutes for me to come down from that cloud. My eyes feel heavy as I feel a light kiss on my thigh before he comes up behind me, pulling me close to him. His hardness presses against my ass and I clumsily try to turn, but he holds me tight.
“Not right now, little doll,” he whispers in my ear, kissing my cheek, “Right now, I just want to hold you and bask in your pleasure.”
Despite wanting to take care of him, I feel the pull of sleep and safety wash over me.
???
The sound of a gunshot wakes me.
I’ve generally preferred more sophisticated methods of death, but that is a noise that I would know to my core.
I shoot up from the bed and immediately notice Branson isn’t there at the same instant he comes crashing into the door, blood pouring out of his shoulder. He looks even paler than usual with the red splattered against his skin. He frantically locks the door, peering out the peephole before his frantic eyes land on mine.
“They found us.”
