Page 28 of Blade

“I like this,” he murmured as he tugged on the hair. Then he slid two fingers between my thighs. When he did, he used the back of his hand to nudge my shorts down. It was as if they were waiting for that, because once they cleared my ass and hips, they dropped to the floor.

He stepped back, releasing my neck in the process.

I wanted to whimper, instead, I stood there, chest rapidly rising and falling.

“Pick them up.”

Brain foggy and slow on the uptake, I frowned and asked, “What are you talking about?”

“Your panties,” he reminded me.

I wanted to say, “Seriously?” But by the look on his face, he was dead serious.

Nervously holding his gaze, I crouched down and picked them up. He held out a hand and I placed them there. He dropped his gaze to the scrap of pink and ran his thumb over it. To my absolute mortification, he lifted them to his face where he smelled them, then sucked the wetness from the center.

“Fucking delicious,” he whispered. Then he lifted his brilliant gaze to mine and instructed, “Get on the bed.”

I did as he said, feeling self-conscious of my bare ass being on display as I passed him. It was as if I couldfeelthe heat of his gaze on it. More than anything, I wanted to pull my T-shirt down to cover it. I wasn’t exactly a twig—I loved tacos and donuts too much for that. I had curves and probably jiggled a bit too much. Usually, I preferred the lights off or dimmed.

Why hadn’t I thought this out when I decided I wanted him? Then again, he didn’t seem to mind. Not wanting to have all my lady bits on display as I climbed on the bed, I sat on the edge and started to scoot toward the pillows.

Like a viper striking, he shot forward and grabbed my legs, dragging me back to the edge where he then knelt between my spread knees. His inked hands parted my thighs further and I gasped when it dawned on me what he was about to do. I immediately grabbed his hair without thinking.

He cocked a single brow at me as if to ask, “Are you sure you wanna do that?”

Instead of saying anything, he ignored my grip on his hair and pushed closer to run his tongue through my slit.

“Blade! Oh God! I haven’t showered!”

He chuckled before he swiped through my increasing wetness. Then he looked up at me and replied, “You think I give a fuck? You don’t need a shower because I’m going to lick you clean.”

I about fucking passed out.

And he had me screaming his name in less than five minutes.

“It’sAllGood”—TheoryOfADeadman

I’d been waiting over threeyearsto taste her.

Many times, I wondered if I’d be disappointed if I ever got the chance, because I’d built it up in my head for so long.

I was so very wrong.

Shoving my tongue in her wet pussy was akin to heaven. She was worried about not showering? She had no idea that I would’ve buried my face between her legs after three days of walking through a humid jungle.

She tasted so good, I never wanted to stop, and I knew that was gonna be a problem. As she pulled my hair, came all over my face, and screamed my name, I knew I was addicted.

She wasn’t going anywhere. She was mine, and I’d kill anyone that touched her.

I got to my feet as she lay sprawled out bonelessly at the foot of her bed. Her T-shirt was bunched up under her tits. Her creamy thighs had red marks from my hands, and I wasn’t even sorry. In fact, I hoped it left bruises. Not because I wanted to hurt her, but because I wanted every man within five miles of her to know where I’d been.

My belt clinked as I unfastened it.

Heavy-lidded, she watched as I gripped my dick through my boxer briefs. When I freed it from the confining fabric, I observed her expression.

Her full lips parted as she watched me stroke the length.

“Now you can scoot up in the bed,” I purred.