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G oddamn.

My heart thundered like a runaway train, but I felt better than I ever had before.

No fucking wonder.

Clementine had just sucked the life out of me.

Despite that, I could already feel my dick growing hard again just looking at her on her knees, lips swollen from my cock, and my cum coating her fine, ivory skin.

I didn’t know what it was about this woman, but for the last year she consumed my every thought.

“On the bed,” I growled, pulling her up and grabbing my shirt.

I planned to use it to wipe her chest, but I found myself smearing my cum all over her instead.

“Connor,” she whimpered my name as I pushed against her chest, forcing her to lie back while I massaged her tits.

“You look so fucking hot painted in my cum, Darlin’. Now it’s my turn to eat. Spread those fucking legs and let me in,” I told her, as I stared down at her delicious body.

She watched me with a wide-eyed innocence that somehow fit despite the things we’d done. I had a feeling Clementine was discovering things about her sexual nature with me, and that made me want to pound my chest like a fucking caveman.

This woman was so fucking special. So worthy and deep. I knew the world was a fucked up place. But she made everything better somehow. She made me better.

I want to keep her.

Yeah, do that and you’ll fuck it all to hell, boyo. But what do you expect? No good whoreson, my old man’s voice plagued me.

So, I shut it out, sliding down her body until I was face to face with her dripping pussy.

“Please,” she mewled, flexing her hips.

I laid my arm across her. Holding her captive until I was good and ready.

Whatever I might be, and yes, there was a lot to choose from.

Liar.

Thief.

Thug.

Hitman.

There was another part of me I’d never looked too closely at. And right then, that part was at the forefront.

Man.

I was still a man. But a man without a woman was incomplete. Wasn’t that what the bible said?

And Clementine Aziz sure felt a lot like mine.

I hummed deep in my throat as I dove in, eating her sweet cunt with gusto. Clementine cried out, her hands searching for purchase, pulled on my short hair.

But I didn’t care about the bite of pain. In fact, I welcomed it. It grounded me. Just like her.

“You taste so fucking good. Like vanilla and oranges,” I growled, fucking her with my tongue.

“So fucking slick for me,” I said, pushing into her tight heat with two fingers while I lapped at her clit.

I raised my head, spreading her wide and spitting on her puckered little hole.

Then I went back to licking at her cunt and teasing her asshole with my pinky while I stroked her channel with my pointer and middle fingers.

I was struck with the need to own this female. Like I needed to possess her. All of her.

“Jesus. Connor. I’m gonna,” she moaned, loud and long.

And I couldn’t wait another second. I moved, grabbing one thick leg and dropping it on my shoulder, using the other hand to tug my pants down lower.

I was still mostly dressed.

But I couldn’t stop. I needed her.

“Wanna feel you coming on my cock, Darlin’. Fuck. That is it,” I grunted, pressing inside with zero resistance.

She squirmed beneath me, still coming as she tried to reach for my body. But I was too far away, rutting into her like a beast.

Next time , I promised myself.

Next time I would be slow and tender, and I’d love on her like she deserved. But I needed to take the edge off, and the truth was, I’d been on edge for an entire year.

Yesterday, we unlocked the floodgates by jumping into bed together. And now, all I could think about was fucking this woman.

“That’s it, Darlin’. Squeeze me with that pussy. Show me how good Daddy makes you feel,” I demanded, needing to hear it.

“So good. Don’t stop, Daddy. Please,” she moaned, and I just stared, struck by her beauty.

Clementine spread across the bed, a vision of pale limbs and fiery hair. Even the curls covering her sex were copper tinted, glimmering in the moonlight like something beyond natural.

She looked like a goddess.

She looked like mine.

“Gimme another, Baby.”

“I c-can’t,” she protested, breathing heavily as I rocked into her with tighter, more controlled motions.

“Rub that clit, Little Girl. And give me one more,” I demanded.

I gritted my teeth, watching as she snaked her hand down her body, over her jiggling tits and soft belly, to where I was pumping my cock in and out of her.

Clementine panted, eyes on mine as she stroked that tight little nubbin, sending more of her slick flooding between us.

Fuck. Christ.

Another minute and I was going off like a rocket, but I wanted her with me. I needed it.

“Rub, Little girl,” I growled when she paused, and finally, she obeyed.

I fucking loved that. Loved how she listened like I had some claim on her or just her body.

I wanted more, of course, but I would take it for now.

I’d fucking revel in it.

And I did.

Her pussy started to convulse around me, sucking the cum right out of my dick, and I groaned out loud, loving it when she joined me.

Her green eyes were glazed over, like she was drunk on my dick, and I really liked that look on her face. I wanted to keep it there.

I rocked into her again, dragging our pleasure out until there was no more to be had. Withdrawing my dick from her heat had me moaning at the loss.

But I had her in my arms now, and I kissed her sweetly.

“You did so good, Darlin’.”

“You were incredible,” she whispered shy now for whatever reason.

I grinned and lifted her in my arms.

“What are you doing?”

“Cleaning you up so I can get you dirty again.”

“Oh. I, um, thought you were just going to leave me again,” she said, looking down, and I frowned.

Shit. Of course, she would think that. After all, I left yesterday after she fell asleep, and I planted that little bug on her computer.

Shit.

A wave of shame rolled in. Guilt for tricking her. For lying. I wasn’t supposed to care about this woman, but somehow, I realized I did.

While I’d been researching Clementine, I’d been catching feelings. And now that I’d had a taste of her, I knew it wasn’t going to be enough.

It was unavoidable as the tide. Unstoppable as the earth spinning.

I had obligations, though. People I owed. But that was something I could deal with later. I was not about to let the harshness of my reality taint what time we had together.

I was too selfish a prick for that.

“Hey,” I said, waiting for her to lift those pretty eyes to mine, “I’m not leaving you.”

“O-okay,” she whispered, laying her head on my shoulder and nuzzling my skin.

Fuck.

Fire spread through me. Emotions I’d never felt.

She trusts me.

I’d never had that before. Never had someone who simply accepted what I said was the truth.

She trusts me and I am lying to her .

But what was I supposed to do? I had to fix this and tell her. I was going to do that, I realized, making the decision once and for all.

She was going to be pissed, but I’d apologize. And she would forgive me. She was too good a person not to.

I carried her the rest of the way to the bathroom. Her shower stall was nice, but the one at my house was bigger.

I’ll show her soon.

Turning on the water, I waited for the temperature to be just right before leading her inside, then I hugged her to me.

Clementine let out a surprised squeal, and I smiled against the crook of her neck.

Then I bit her there, and she squealed again, only louder.

“Ouch!”

“What?” I asked with feigned innocence.

“You bit me,” she accused, but her eyes were dancing with mischief.

“I can’t help it. You’re delicious, Darlin’.”

“Well, so are you, but you can’t just go around biting people,” she replied, and pouted.

“You’re not people,” I scoffed.

“I’m not?”

“No. You’re mine.”

Then I lowered my head and took her mouth, staking my claim. Clementine moaned and tilted her head, kissing me back with everything she had.

We stood there beneath the spray of the shower, wrapped up in one another, kissing like our lives depended on it— and who knew, maybe they did —for a very long time.