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And nothing I should need.

The thought was nothing but an irritation. I swept my tongue inside, tasting peppermint from toothpaste. It was strangely attractive, especially mixing with the whiskey still on my breath. I pressed my other hand down her back, not only keeping her right where I wanted, but also forcing her heated body even closer.

As she managed to suck on my tongue, I tangled my fingers in her hair. The strands were silky, smooth to the touch. I’d never been much of a kisser, but this was perfect. Too perfect.

She was lightly scratching my neck, shifting her fingernails up and down the back. The way she continued wiggling her hips almost drove me crazy. I hadn’t felt such a tightness in my chest in a long time. There was absolutely nothing like the taste or feel of her. But I was going to go insane if I didn’t shove my dick into her sweet pussy soon.

I allowed her to pull our lips apart, enjoying every second of the way she continued breathing heavily. When she tenderly touched my cheek, I almost pushed her all the way off. She was searching for answers that I couldn’t give her.

A barrage of additional questions would be next. My body tensed just thinking about it. Only they didn’t come. She slowly pulled away, standing in the tiny space in front of me. With a strange look on her face, she grabbed the hem of the tee shirt, pulling it all the way off. There was no rush this time, no toss of the material in her effort to lunge onto my lap.

She was quiet, reserved, and allowing me to know that at least for this moment in time, she wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

Her lips were quivering, which was almost entirely different. The small fraction of a decent man left inside of me knew I should stop this right here. Right now. But the darkest part of me, the very entity that had managed to keep me alive and mostly sane wouldn’t tolerate the thought of allowing her to walk away.

Certainly not tonight.

Perhaps never.

I ran my hands along the outside of her thighs, every muscle tensing all over again from the feel of her soft skin. She was heavenly in every regard. Her breasts fit perfectly in my hands. The sadist wanted to squeeze them, to cause her just enough pain I would be inundated with her soft cries.

Nothing was stopping me. Not my mind. Not my soul.

I jerked her closer until she was forced to straddle my legs. “You’re wet,” I commented and dipped a single finger on the outside of her swollen folds.

“Very.”

Her scent was all encompassing. I couldn’t control my breathing or the guttural sounds that left my throat. With my roughness returning, I rubbed my palms up her stomach, toying with her breasts.

Just the way her breath skipped was inviting. Even her half-closed eyelids were seductive. Everything about her was.

I did as I wanted, fingering her already taut nipples as she watched my every move.

“Do you want something?” she cooed. Why was she even daring to ask?

“Yes. Everything.”

The corners of her mouth were upturned and she dragged her tongue across her lips. “Then take it.”

Her approval wasn’t what I’d needed, at least in my warped mind. But I did admit it added credence to what I hungered to do to her. Ruin her in every way, defile her as no man had ever done before. Yes, I truly was a sadist.

I pinched and twisted her nipples, waiting for her sharp cries, which didn’t come at first. She was holding onto me, placing her hands on my shoulders and swaying. Not screaming. I pulled and plucked, my breathing skipping.

She finally threw back her head, allowing a single, short moan to escape her luscious lips. It wasn’t enough. Nothing would be enough with her. I needed more. Much more. And I would take it.

After that, I doubted there would be any going back.

CHAPTER 24

Denise

A sleeping giant.

A beast.

A damaged and starving man who hadn’t eaten in a full year.

Whatever was the case, I’d awakened his darkness inside. I could feel it. The room vibrated from it. I was shocked at how much I craved seeing the change in him. I don’t know what I was expecting, but his desire was entirely different.




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