Page 60 of The Ecstasy of Sin

I pull away just long enough to growl my response against the pussy I fucking own. “You can, and you fucking will.”

I hold her captive as she tries to fight me, eating her pussy with renewed purpose as I force her into another hard orgasm. She screams when she comes on my tongue for a second time, the sound echoing through the alcove we’re hidden away in.

I don’t care. I love the fucking sound. If anyone comes looking, I’ll kill them for whatever they witness.

She collapses against me, and this time I let her slide down right into my lap. I settle her over my thighs and she lets me cradle her against my chest. Her face tucks up against my throat, and the intimacy makes my fucking chest ache.

My bloodlust roars to life, and I battle with the overwhelming urge to slaughter anyone that comes anywhere near her. I don’t even want people looking in her direction.

The world abandoned her. They don’t deserve to be in her presence.

I want to lock her up in my house, and keep her to myself. So she forgets what it feels like to be cold, or starving, or unsafe.

She’s trembling in my arms as she fights to catch her breath.

Her arousal is still coating my face, so I use the sleeve of my sweatshirt to wipe it away, then my lips descend on the fragile column of her neck. I suck at the soft skin, leaving red marks all over her as she fights to regain control of her body.

She whimpers when I bite down, crowning one of the marks with the imprint of my teeth.

“I don’t think I can walk,” she whispers against the skin of my neck, her lips placing the softest kiss to my jugular vein.

A small smile curves the edge of my lips as I shift her forward and secure her in my arms.

“You never have to walk again, if you don’t want to.” I shift beneath her, rising to my feet in one fluid motion, lifting her in my arms as I go.

She tenses momentarily, like the weight of her in my arms is too much for me to carry. In response, I shift my grip and gently toss her higher in my arms—just enough to prove my point—then catch her again with ease. She laughs, a little startled, but then her body relaxes.

I set her down long enough to pull her pants back into place, without the panties that are tucked into my pocket.

Reaching down to grab her backpack where it fell to the ground, I pull it over my shoulder, then I lift her back into my arms.

She settles in my embrace like my arms are the safest place in the world, and that realization has my heart pounding so hard I vaguely wonder if I’m having a heart attack.

I start walking back in the direction we came from, my jaw clenched tight so I don’t tell her she’s sleeping in my bed tonight, not out here on the streets. I don’t want to frighten her and ruin her blissful mood.

There’s a small smile on her face as she wraps her arms around my neck, resting her head under my chin. I head straight for the side street, which eventually puts us back out on the busy main road.

She’s completely relaxed in my arms, like we’re alone out here in the middle of the city, like it isn’t weird to see a man carrying a woman in his arms down the street.

I think she’s too used to feeling like a ghost in the world.

Her fingers trace the jagged lines of the tattoo across my collar bones, flirting with the neckline of my shirt as I walk into the nearest park and head for a secluded section backing out onto a pond.

I find a quiet spot next to a large willow tree, and sit at the base of it. I cradle her against me, my grip tightening when she considers wiggling free to sit beside me in the grass.

When she realizes I’m not letting her go, she relaxes again.

“This is crazy,” she whispers, laying her head back down on my shoulder as I gaze down at her. “But I feel so safe with you.”

“Close your eyes for a little while.”

She laughs, the sound so small and soft that I barely hear it. She closes her eyes and nestles into me. “So bossy.”

“You have no idea,” I tell her, but she’s already slipping under the fog of sleep. She’s always so exhausted, and it pisses me off to think she felt so unsafe before I came into her life.

I’m taking her home. I just need a minute.

Just a moment to calm the psychopathic urge to chain her to my bed and never let her leave, to live between her thighs and feed her every meal from my own hands.