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“Katrina.” His tongue wrapped around mine, deepening the kiss and lighting my entire body on fire. I felt feral, not caring that we were in a room full of people, craving his dick inside me so badly a whimper bubbled up. “Fuck,” he swore, walking me back into the bar with his body. One hand left my hair and curled at the top of my pants button, flicking it open.
“Croygen?” Desperation almost drowned out my alarm, my gaze going around us, to all the customers. We were at the end of the bar, near the corner, and the place was very dark, but still, people milled around and could look over and see us.
“Let them watch.” His voice dragged down my spine. “Feel their envy and need while my fingers fuck you.”
My mouth opened, though no refutation was voiced when his hand slipped inside my pants, fingers parting my folds and rubbing over my clit before sinking into me.
A gasp shook my body.
“Keep your eyes on the room. I want you aware of what I do to your body in front of a roomful of people. And how much you like it, Katrina.” He pumped his fingers in deeper, his thumb rolling my clit.
“Oh god.” Sweat coated my skin, my gaze dragging over the space, knowing anyone might glance over and catch us. It only stimulated me, rattled at every nerve, my nipples hard against my shirt, my breath catching, reveling in the high this gave me.
A man strolled up to the bar near us. Croygen finished his drink, nodding at him as his hand fucked me harder below the bar table, pinching my clit.
A low moan slipped out, my nails digging into the wood, my hips widened, no longer in my control, bucking against him. My orgasm prickled up my back.
The man’s eyes widened, meeting mine for a moment. I saw the desire and surprise in the man’s gaze, but it was Croygen’s possessiveness I felt in every bone in my body. It sunk into me like ownership, submerging me in its power. A growl came from Croygen, the man scampering off in terror.
Croygen’s head snapped to me, his jaw tight, his eyes almost black. The charming Silver Tongue pirate was nowhere in sight; he was all devil. Slipping out of me, he clutched my hand, towing me with him through the bar and out the back. Once outside the door, he slammed me against the brick alley wall. His jaw rolled, his gaze intently on mine, searching for something.
“Katrina…” Gravel ground up my name, shredding down my skin and peeling everything away. I heard it in his tone, saw it in his eyes, felt it in my chest. It was a warning. An advisement to stop him. Though we were both too late. We were past redemption, past saving.
The anger I had earlier was gone; the warnings in my head and the reasons I despised him floated away with the alcohol. I watched Croygen boldly. He appraised me; his gaze was like a caress. Desire and need hummed between us with power that felt like it wasn’t meant for this Earth. And we no longer could control it.
Gripping his shirt again, I ripped it over his head, tipping us into a frenzy of hands and lips, tearing at each other’s clothes. My tank and sports bra hit the floor next to his tee as his teeth sank into my bottom lip. He yanked off my pants and boots, leaving me in only a slip of underwear. Clutching my waist, he lifted me up, my legs hugging his hips. My heels shoved down his pants, and I pushed down his briefs. When I wrapped my hand, rubbing against him, Croygen pulsed and hardened against me.
“Fuck, Katrina… I’m not going anywhere near gentle. I need to own your fucking pussy. Now.” His teeth scraped over my neck, arching me back into the brick, his mouth taking in my nipple, sucking on it, his tongue flicking it.
“Croygen.” My nails grew into claws, raking through his hair and pulling him closer. I needed him so badly that my mind and tongue no longer had any filters. We were both drunk, tearing at the feeble wall we tried to keep up. “Fuck me so hard my back feels these bricks for centuries.” I bit his ear, his hands tightening on my ass at my breathy words. “Fuck me harder than you did that woman I watched you in the alley with when I was younger.”
His chest shuddered, his nose flaring because he knew exactly which night I was talking about.
“Katrina.” A hand tangled in my long, dark hair as he wrapped his fingers around my throat. He leaned in, his thumb pressing down on my pulse, and I felt it pound in my pussy. I was so hungry for him I let out a cry. “You aren’t some pussy I’d fuck in an alley.” He hitched me up higher, his hand tearing at my cheap underwear, making me gasp. “You’re theonlypussy I want to fuck. Anywhere.” He positioned his tip at my opening, squeezing my neck until I saw spots as he thrust into me.
A cascade of pleasure and pain took me over like a waterfall, summoning a deep cry from my lips, my eyes rolling back as he filled me, my body jerking with sensations.
“Fucking hell!” he moaned, both of us ready as it took over, ripping the air from our lungs, drawing us out of our bodies and back in. I could feel him, experience his emotions on top of mine, exploding so much through me that tears burned behind my lids. It was even more than the first time, blocking out all the alarms, all the reasons I should be scared. I bathed in the raw desire consuming me.
Croygen pulled out, pushing back in even deeper, dragging me up against the rough wall. My nerves rubbed against the harsh brick, purring at the abrasive texture.
“Oh gods.” My hips bucked up and down his shaft, my core desperate for more.
His warm mouth took mine as he pumped long, deep strokes, cries gurgling in the back of my throat.
Simply kissing him felt better than the best sex I ever had before. Just his touch made me orgasm; his sounds made me lose my sanity. He weaved in every bone, intensifying every thrust inside me, bursting fireworks behind my lids.
“I could fuck you relentlessly, Kitten.” He went harder, pulling deep, loud moans from me. My claws raked down his skin, my sharp teeth biting into his neck.
“Fuck.” The last bits of his restraint broke as my rough tongue lapped at my bite mark.
He pulled out of me, dropping me to my feet, turning me before I could even think, and bending me over an abandoned police car in the lane. “Spread your legs wide,” he demanded, his fingers parting me, playing with me.
“Croygen…” I opened my legs, stretching over the hood like a cat, hearing the purr in my throat.
“Such a bad girl,” he rumbled in my ear, kissing me deeply before dropping to the ground, yanking my ass to him. My nails dug into the hood as his tongue licked through me.
A choking cry hitched my lungs, a shiver quaking me violently.
