Page 26 of Wraith (Deviant Assassin #1)

The way Kiera claws at me, like she’s as desperate for me as I am for her, sends me up in flames.

Incinerates me. Her lips burn with an intensity that steals my breath and scrambles my thoughts.

I taste her anger, desperation, and a raw need that mirrors my own.

She pulls me closer, deepening the kiss that’s more of a battle than a surrender.

We stumble back, and my spine hits the edge of the coffin, the sharp pain forgotten in the savagery flowing back and forth between us.

The irony of our dead relationship and the location of our reunion isn’t lost on me.

But who gives a fuck about any of that with her lithe muscles and soft curves pressed against mine.

Her hands roam over my body like she’s trying to memorize the feel of me, but I’ve got in her a vice grip, making sure she doesn’t disappear.

The scent of flowers and death surrounds us, a morbid reminder of the lives we’ve chosen.

The tragic choices that ended our time together.

And somewhere in the back of my mind, I register her strawberry scent has changed into something just as sweet, but so much more alluring.

I breathe in the rich, heady scent of jasmine.

The musky undertones give it an untamed feel but still doesn’t mask the undertone of formaldehyde.

Her breath hitches, the sound exactly as I remember it the first time I trailed my lips down her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin. The bite of my teeth against her throat, always so sensitive, draws out a gasp that’s half pleasure, half pain.

So familiar and yet so different. The press of our bodies won’t erase the distance between us.

“Blade,” she breathes, her voice a ragged plea.

Neither of us knows what she’s pleading for, neither of us cares. Her pulse throbs against my tongue, the rapid beat matching the throb where she just slapped me.

She fucking slapped me!

I grab her hair and yank her head back, stretching her neck.

My lip curls as I snarl at her insolence.

It turns into a pissed off growl that rumbles from deep inside when my caveman brain takes over and I shove her to her knees.

To my utter shock and delight, Kiera claws at my belt, unbuckling it before opening the clasp of my pants then shoving my slack down to my ankles.

She’s a frantic hellcat in heat when she yanks off my boxers.

My weeping, straining cock bounces with her movements.

She reaches for my throbbing length, but I knock her hand away.

Then grip her hair, fingers twisted in the silky strands at her nape.

I jerk her head to get her attention back on my eyes.

Her ambers lock with my narrowed greens, and a gasp spills from her full lips as I stroke a hand down my length, then back up again, pre-cum spilling onto my thumb when I squeeze the head.

“Open your fucking mouth, Kiera. Now!” I grit between clenched teeth.

She complies, but way too damn slowly for the impatience that’s been building for years.

I release my cock, grasp her chin and shove my cum covered thumb between her lips to pry her stubborn jaw open.

Kiera tries to say something with her lying mouth, but I replace my thumb with my cock and slam it all the way home, silencing her.

She gags when I hit the back of her throat and at that moment, in my fucked-up mind and ravaged heart; I vow this is the first step in her paying for what she did to us.

Letting other men touch her, love her, have her heart.

She needs a lesson, and I need her to bow to me, worship my dick.

Subjugate herself. Show me she’s sorry and would do anything for me.

When I’m done with my errant wife, she’ll be ruined for any other man ever again.

Mine. Only mine, dammit. The way it should be, forever.

My anger and desperation to reclaim her drive me wild.

Giving her a bare second to breathe, and no time to recover, I pull out and slam back in again.

The prelude to fucking her as she gags around my girth.

The sound has my hips flexing relentlessly as I fuck her mouth, plunging my swollen cock down her throat so far, her nose glances off my abs.

Rabid herself, she moves with me, and I’m left distantly wondering how my sweet fragile girl came to this.

Then again, I don’t really want to know anything other than she’s on her knees and eager to please me, right here, right now.

My other hand cups her cheek, thumb brushing her ear before I grip her head and hold it in place.

Her mouth vibrates around my shaft as she chokes. Her throat involuntarily squeezes my swollen head. I growl in warning as she tries to take me in; dares to try to control the situation.

Fuck that.

She needs to realize I’m in charge here and she’s helpless against what lives between us and refuses to die. A long moment passes, a decision hanging in the air. But when her fingers wrap around my wrists, it’s not to push me away, but to steady herself. To accept every damn thing I’m giving her.

I let out a raspy laugh, falling deeper into my need for dominance over her.

She’s sucking air in through her nose, her chest heaving.

My dick swells at the sight of my wife on her knees before me.

Tears tracing tracks of mascara down her cheeks.

My balls slap under her chin with the force of my thrusts and saliva strings from the corner of her lipstick smeared mouth.

Perfect pleasure and retribution rolled into one.

Firmly in control, I smooth out my strokes, rolling my hips, stroking my dick over her tongue. I loosen my grip on both her hair and the side of her face, letting myself enjoy the sensations, shoving my caveman to the side.

She glances up at me again, and I almost shoot my load down her throat.

I grit my teeth, trying not to embarrass myself, and she hollows her cheeks, trying to keep me in place.

Kiera dips her head to keep the momentum going, to take me all the way in again.

Her tongue rings the underside of my head before lapping over it, swirling over the top, and rolls her sinful lips over her teeth as she bites it.

I groan and shove myself back into her, resuming my pace. She moans around me and reaches for my balls. I pull out of her mouth with a loud pop, and she squeezes my sack in a fist, tightening the skin before taking it in her mouth, caressing it with her tongue, humming.

My eyes roll into the back of my head, and I give myself up to the feeling. Tingles shoot from my groin to my feet, then all the way back up to my head. Bright stars shoot behind my closed eyes as I try to hold off my release, to prolong this moment as long as possible.

Fuck yes.

I let go of my cock and she takes over, tonguing it, nipping at it, then swallowing it greedily until her nose hits my stomach again. I don’t even know how long it goes on before that familiar tingle spreads out in my nuts.

“You’re mine,” I snarl when I can’t hold back anymore.

Not sure how I found the air to speak as my entire body vibrates with my release because of the plethora of emotions running through me. My hot cum spurts over her tongue, down her throat. She works to savor every drop.

“That’s a good girl. Clean my cock. Get me ready for you again.”

She murmurs a pleased sound in her throat and obeys.

When she releases me, my semi strains toward her mouth, wanting more.

A vicious, gleeful smirk spreads across my face when she gazes up at me, eyes shining with vulnerability and need—for me as if I’m the center of her universe—as is my fucking right.

The spot of cum on the corner of her mouth quickly distracts me from my satisfaction.

I smear it over her swollen lips and her tongue darts out to lick them and the tip of my finger.

We stare at each other for a hot minute, time suspended as our chests heave.

Her pupils blown wide, just as I’m sure mine are too, judging by the haziness creeping over my vision.

She doesn’t move an inch, or speak at all, but one small hand fists in my pant leg as if she’s worried I’ll vanish.

As if she wants to stay at my feet. My dick hardens again, and I need to feel her hot folds surrounding it.

Even if our connection is a fleeting illusion, I need to claim her again.

I lift her up effortlessly even though her body has filled out and matured.

Her legs wrap around my waist as if they never forgot where they belong.

Her skirt riding up to reveal the smooth, tanned skin of her toned thighs.

Kiera’s wet heat seeps through the lace panties separating us.

The evidence she wants me as badly as I want her sends me into a deeply primal place.

I nip at her bottom lip sharply, wanting to devour her.

My tongue plunges into her mouth, not asking for permission, demanding it.

Nothing exists, but what lives between us right here, right now—possessive need and primal instinct ruling the moment.

My hips rotate, grinding hard against her, the friction sending waves of pleasure coursing through us both, judging by our simultaneous groans. Her nails rake down my back, the sharp pain a welcome distraction from the emotional turmoil threatening to consume me.

“I need…” Kiera pants, breaking our kiss.

Her voice a ragged plea that sounds even better than when she begged for me in my dreams.

I slide a hand between us and shred the lace, just as desperate as my wife as she is for me.

Her head falls back, swollen and bruised lips falling open in a silent scream as I drive home into her fiery core and set up a punishing, aggressive rhythm.

It’s raw, it’s messy, and it’s everything I’ve been searching for in other women.

“Kiera…” I groan, hating the raw need carried on the sound as my balls slap up against her firm, round ass.