Page 53 of Born for Silk
“What happened behind me just now? I heard… choking noises.”
I frown at her. Blood. Death. My orgasm rushing out at the same time as my old friend’s blood… I can’t say it.
Were she any other girl, I would explain in detail what I just watched while she licked my cock, but I can’t seem to bring myself to utter the words. Why the fuck not? And this restriction, this consideration, reminds me of Tuscany. All the lies I’ve spoken in honour of her purity. The truths I keep from her, to keep her innocent.
“I can handle it,” she presses.
Reaching between my thighs, I hold her cheek and stroke my thumb over the soft, blushing skin. “My Trade is brutal and violent, yours never will be again.”
Fuck knows where that came from.
I clear my throat and lean back. “And the other question? Make it quick.”
“Are you pure Xin De?”
My eyes narrow at her audacity. Not a single person has asked me that, not since I ripped my own father’s head off. I ram the memory away.
But I answer her. “I am mostly, but no. Not pure.”
“Can I see your enhancements?” She straightens, lifting to her knees. “I have seen Iris’. But not up close. Can I see yours? Up close?”
“You’re quite a charming little creature.”
My half-smile turns into a tight line when she climbs onto my lap and sits that perfect little arse over my cock. Warmth from her needy pussy radiates on my lap.
I frown but restrain myself.
Her black hair falls forward, twin curtains covering her small, perky breasts, but unable to hide the tight peaks of her hard nipples.
I inhale her scent and hum.
Then she cups my cheeks and analyses me. I turn to stone. I say nothing. I barely respond, but for my fists that clench and unclench on the rests on either side of her as she studies my eyes.
I blink slowly.
“Triple lidded,” she mutters. That is first indicator of Xin De genes besides my obvious monstrous height and girth.
My frown twists to a scowl.
At her manner.
Blatant disrespect.
But then she runs her soft hands down my cheeks, fingers coasting casually, cooling a path down to either side of my neck. “Your skin is so… I don’t know the word for it.”
“There isn’t one,” I state, stiff.
“Smooth like suede,” she offers, continuing her exploration, finding the divot at the base of my neck. “Yet, harder and heavy. Dense even though I cannot feel the weight of it. And it moves over your muscles with a kind of elasticity more like that of a?—”
“Beast,” I warn, wanting her to get the fuck off me but unwilling to toss her aside… Fuck.
She smiles softly. “Yes.”
Unclenching my hands, I bring them forward. I sweep her warm, onyx hair backward over her shoulders, exposing her long, slim neck and the pulse that flutters inside like a captured butterfly.
I make her nervous, but not nervous enough. Not as much as I’d like to, perhaps when I cover her body with mine, sink inside…
“Why weren’t you afraid of Odio? He could pick you up and drop you to your death.”