Page 51 of Soft Tissue Damage

“Like you’re wondering if I want you. I’ve wanted you since the moment I met you, and I’m tired of pretending otherwise.”

I groan softly.

She doesn’t care what I am and what I’ve done. She wants me to touch her. I draw my finger slowly up her stomach and between her breasts. When I reach her throat, I wrap my hand around it. Such a delicate little throat, and her pulse flutters like a bird beneath my fingers. All that blood rushing through her veins, full of desire and need. She tilts her head back, offering me her lips. Letting me hear her breath catching in her throat as my fingers squeeze her flesh.

Begging for a kiss from a killer.

“I’m not a good man, Elena.”

“I don’t care.”

I took three lives tonight. I can still smell the blood. Feel the crunch of bones. The burn of the ligatures on my fingers. These hands shouldn’t be touching her body, but I can’t make myself stop.

I peel Elena’s silky camisole down her shoulders and expose her breasts. My mouth waters at the sight of her tight nipples.

I tug on her nipple, making her rise up on her toes. Making her whimper with need. “Do you want to run from me?”

“No.”

I lean over her and smile, my lips hovering just above hers. “Good girl.”

Elena moans, her eyelashes fluttering.

I’ve pinned her to my bedroom door in the middle of the night. We shouldn’t be doing this so soon after I’ve murdered. I wanted our first time to be so sweet, but it’s too late now. I run my fingertip around the inside of her waistband. “You want me to touch you, don’t you? Say it.”

“Please.”

I strip the shorts and her camisole down her legs, and she’s completely naked. She shivers as I slowly circle her nipple with my knuckle. I smooth my hand down her stomach, and slide my fingertip into her slit, and I feel warmth and slippery wetness.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me, darlin’. How does that feel?” I stroke back and forth over the little knot of nerves, enjoying the gasping noises she’s making. They’re music to my ears.

“So good, Mr. Grant,” she pants.

“Cullan,” I correct her.

“Cullan.”

I circle her clit with the pad of my finger, admiring how dark her pupils are now that she’s getting more and more turned on. “Does my son make you feel like this? Does he make you wet like this?”

Her mouth drops open, shocked that I’m talking about Leon at a time like this.

“Tell me,” I demand. “I’m a very fucking jealous man, and my son has been the one to touch you all these months. Do you dream about him touching you like this?”

Elena shakes her head.

“Do you dream about me touching you like this?” I slowly sink my middle finger into her pussy.

“Oh, God. Yes.Yes.” Elena’s hands reach up to my shoulders to steady herself as I pump my finger in and out of her.

Her slippery wetness coats me, and her pussy grips me tightly. I alternate between rubbing her clit and thrusting my finger into her. Now that I have her in my arms, I never want to let her go. Every little sound and movement she makes is precious. My lips skim her throat, wanting to bite.

“Cullan, please,” she whimpers, pulling me closer so she can press her cheek to mine. Our breaths are mingling together. I’m panting as hard as she is.

“I’ve got you, darlin’.”

“Cullan. I think I’m going to…”

I grasp her chin and tilt her lips up to mine, kissing her like my life depends on it. “You don’t want my son. You’ve never wanted my son.”