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But first, Felix. He didn’t care what it cost him as he made his way upstairs to his little bat queen, recalling how she’d let him devour her mouth. Now he’d devour the rest of her.
He thought to knock on her bedroom door before entering, not wanting to startle her.
“Nitro?”
He entered and managed to lock the door while the sight of her, naked and in the middle of the bed, imprisoned him. His shy, delicious dessert with that breathless hunger had him furiously aroused again.
Next to the bed, he lowered his underwear, and those beautiful blue eyes dropped to his cock. Before he kicked free of them, she had his raging hard on in both hands, her mouth devouring him and all the nasty plans he’d made on his way up. “Fuck, fuck, yes,” he croaked, his eyes rolling shut as he held her rapidly bobbing head. His fingers clenched in her silky hair as she sucked, already commanding his climax. Those fucking whimpers had him in a prison of lust so thick he couldn’t think about anything but filling her throat with his cum.
She raked those greedy nails over every inch of his balls and his orgasm broke loose. “Felix!” He rode that seething fury till he was a mindless animal with only one thought. Make her take it all. Every bit. No fucking mercy.
He took his time coming down from that heaven, stroking her head and cheek as she mewled devoted kisses all along his pulsing cock while he growled through the air burning in his lungs.
Retaliation rippled through his muscles, demanding vengeance on his Petite Rebel. She’d wrecked all his dirty plans with those naughty lips. He grabbed hold of her head and pulled that delicious defiance to his mouth, hellbent on ruining her with his teeth and tongue.
She became utter silk under his assault, adding more fuel to his rage-lust. He made an angry fist in her hair, devouring her sharp cry before burning a path to her neck, the creamy skin an instant obsession that made him more ravenous. He opened wider, wanting more, wanting it all as he sucked with a ragged groan, marking her perfect skin and muscle in his lust-crazed frenzy.
“Fuck me!”
He didn’t think he could get any crazier, but he was so wrong. Those two desperate words scorched a path through him a cutthroat clarity. He was on planetfuckingearth for that reason alone. All his flings with wars would never be bigger than that.
In a second, he put her beneath him, imprisoning her wrists in one hand, her neck and life in the other. He was immortal, and with a god-like perfection, he answered his calling, hefuckedhis wife, not stopping till he annihilated both of them.
But when that divine smoke began to settle in the aftermath, he began to seriously wonder… no,worry… Had he just fucked her or sexually assaulted her?
CHAPTER THREE
“You think it’s coming this way?” Jason yelled from the porch as the sound of one of them godawful swamp dragons grew ever louder.
“No, I do not,” Cat called, rinsing her final dish.
Ever since she’d applied to that stupid swamp ball, he’d been hawking the waterways. Worst thing she’d done was tell him she’d put in a special request for a birthday visit. Since then, he'd harassed every kind of boat noise that passed nearby. She hadn’t told him her other note and sure didn’t plan on it.
Marry one of theTwelve. She shook her head for the fiftieth time. As if she’d up and marry at her age. Wreck her pristine man-less record of fifteen years. She was Queen Bayou-Self and she held that title with a gator-fierce grip.
Mercy, that boat was getting louder by the second.
“I see it, I see it! It’s coming here!”
She snatched a dishtowel from the counter and made her way to the door.
“It’s 8-Bit’s Swamp Dragon!” he screeched, sending her heart to her toes while he jumped up and down.
“Aunt Cat! He’s here!”
“Almighty alligators,” she whispered when the giant leader came to a graceful stop in his swamp-colored ear-killer. He jumped onto their dock in blue jeans and black t-shirt and her hands flew to her hair. “Swamp-shit!”
She ran for the bathroom and found a nightmare in the mirror. “Holymossshit!” Her hair!
She wrenched the faucet handles, blasting the tap as the sound of talking and laughing reached her. Ten seconds of water splashing panic added sopping wet to the catastrophe. She snatched a towel from the bar and patted herself down, already out of breath.
Wait a marsh minute! She didn’t care about appearances!
Orthe men who may or may not approve.
She shot the towel in the corner and scooped up her courage, pausing with hand on the door at hearing his deep laugh. Marshmiraclesandmercies. She looked down at her dirty overalls. Shit. Wasn’t a crime to be presentable. Simply manners. She still had those.
Sneaking quick-like to her room, she clawed the one dress she had for church off its hanger and stripped out of her clothes like they’d caught fire.
