Page 86 of King of Malice

With that in mind, I carry her back into the bedroom, her body warm and soft next to mine.

Cadence is, hands down, the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. She must have done some modeling with her face and figure.

Flawless features are crowned with shiny red hair that is like fire, and large brown eyes. Her pale pink lips are perfectly bowed, though she tries to set her features in strong lines, the warm brown depths of her large eyes betray her vulnerability.

She talks tough, she acts tough too, but the way her hands rest on my body when I carry her. They beg me to hold her tightly.

I do.

One hand sliding over the lush curve of her ass, I settle my other arm across her back, keeping her steady and secure.

The more I pleasured her in the shower, the deeper she sank into me, until she let me be her…everything.

Her strength. Her pleasure. Her heat.

Her chest is pressed against my face and I kiss her on her breastbone, nuzzling into her. “You smell fantastic.”

She scoffs. “I smell like sleep.”

She’s a tough nut, I’ll give her that. And yes, she does smell like sleep, but the smell is pleasing to some back-of-the-brainsense I can’t name.

I don’t need to. However, I might describe it, one-word echoes through my attempts: right. She smells right.

I kiss her chest through the fabric of the shirt she’s pulled on. “Whatever it is, I like it.”

She scoffs like my words are ridiculous, but her hands give her away. They spread out on my shoulders, sliding up my neck and into my hair.

I smile into her shirt, as I navigate around the bed, gently laying her down on the mattress.

The sex is plenty hot without getting frantic. My first job is to establish some trust. Then I can learn about the trauma.

She’s naked under the shirt, no underwear, and I take full advantage as I begin kissing down her body, pulling up the hem of the shirt.

She hums out her approval when my lips meet the bare skin of her belly.

Her legs fall open as I trace her hips, the slender curve of them looking so small in my large hands.

Her pale skin glows in the moonlight as I kiss that spot where her stomach meets her legs. She lets out a breathless giggle.

I love the sound of it.

To be honest, I’m not a man who likes giggly women. But Cadence isn’t one of those. She rarely laughs like that, I can tell, which makes the sound so sweet. I nip playfully at the same spot, making a full laugh break from her lips as she curls into the mattress.

I laugh too. A little playfulness is exactly what we need.

I start kissing closer to her mound, lightly licking and sucking as I move, tasting her skin, getting to know her.

There is no giggling now as her body arches into my touch, her stomach curling in and her hips flexing up in an unspoken invitation.

I don’t hesitate.

Cadence is sporting a Brazilian, and while I love the view, my preference is a more natural look.

Still, I can’t deny the merits as I kiss across her bare mound, nothing holding back the smell of her arousal or the flush turning her pale skin pink as her lips swell with her desire.

I drag my teeth lightly over her mound, just creating a little more sensation. She moans, her legs spreading wider.

I know an opportunity when I see one, which is why I dip lower, circling my tongue over her clit.