When he saw my panties, he cursed again. “Fuck me! Wet as a fucking river. Good girl.”
Good girl. His words echoed in my head and I shook a little as he cupped my mound, giving it the same dominant squeeze as the night before.
Except this grip was heavier, harder, all sharp pleasure rocketing my brain. Whatever similarities there'd been to last night stopped with having his fingers on my pussy. We were going much further tonight, as far as a man and a woman could. If I survived, then I was going to step out of the maelstrom a new woman.#p#分页标题#e#
Anna, not Annaliza the weakling. I'd rather be a slut to this lunatic than a bumbling virgin who let the rest of the world toss her around.
David turned pure predator and twisted his body. He shifted against me, ripping off my shirt, then unhooking my bra. His face dove straight for my bare breasts, their hard pink nipples glowing, raw targets for the insatiable energy rising up inside him.
Fingers, lips, and teeth surrounded my tips. The blood surging through my head each time he flicked and teased and rolled my nipples almost made me pass out. Fire burst to my extremities, plucking at my nerves. My legs responded by wrapping tighter around his, urging him on, flying the white flag with my steaming, hungry skin.
Take it, David. Bastard, brute, savior...whatever you are, take what you've claimed. Make me forget all the tears tonight.
Make me forget myself. Make me forget everything.
I shouldn't have tempted fate with such horny thoughts. This man wasn't the kind who accepted any let downs, and he reminded me each time his hands and mouth worked my eager flesh. Despite the air conditioning, the humidity crept high, or maybe it was just the savage lust.
The sheets were soaked with our sweat before he started to kiss down my belly, eyeing me like a wolf as his face sank between my thighs. He reached for my ass, pulling me to his lips. They sucked and tongued my slick wet velvet as furiously as he'd kissed me, starved for my taste.
His smooth tongue found my clit, raked it in quick, strong waves. Precision fire made to split my world in two came in every lick, and it didn't take many to send me over the edge.
“David! Fuck!” I stole his filthy words as my body convulsed.
I was done talking like a virgin girl. Speaking like a woman was better, a woman who wasn't afraid to spit and scratch and swear at the ecstasy shaking her apart.
Hearing me yell his name drove him wilder. Two stiff fingers spread me open, wide as my virgin slit would go. His tongue licked high, low, deep, anywhere and everywhere I had a nerve ending attached to my clit.
I screamed in short staccato bursts. Then the hot white ecstasy became so strong I couldn't bellow anything at all. Laying back, I let the waves crash over me, pinching my legs tight around his shoulders as he devoured me.
I was still coming, still gasping for air when he growled and lifted away. Desperate legs shook beneath his hands, my skin prickling as he rode my curves, tracing me.
“You got a dirty fucking mouth on that sweet face. Wouldn't have believed you were a virgin if I didn't have assurances.” He rolled his shirt off as my eyes fought to steady themselves. “You ready to kill that fucked up good girl your old man always wanted you to be? Kill her with this?”
God, he read my mind. And he completely ruled it too, overwhelming me with desire and musk and heat.
His thick erection rubbed my bare slit, concealed only by his trousers. David's hands moved to his belt and he started taking down his pants before I answered.
Yes, yes! Put her out of her misery, David. A bad, screwed up husband needs an equally wicked wife.
No matter how I tried, I couldn't work up the courage to say it to his face. Shy old Annaliza wasn't dead until he fucked her out of me. I just shuddered and nodded, insane thoughts taking hold.
It was strange to be here right now, prisoner beneath his tattooed muscles so soon after I'd almost died a virgin in the woods. And what a prison!
His ink twisted on his skin in all its crazy, frightening, freakish glory.
Dark stripes like flames circled his chest, up and down his sculpted breasts. A double headed eagle with its beaks twisted sharply was in the very center, holding what looked like a family crest crossed with swords. The canvass he called his skin didn't lie, and neither did the faint scar along his cheek: he'd branded the underworlds' pain into his flesh, a living testament to the terrible things he'd suffered and the blood he'd drawn.#p#分页标题#e#
I was about to fuck a killer, a monster, a man just like my Dad. Except this man had lived up to his promises, however monstrous. He kept his word, honest as all the blood that surely covered his hands.
“What're you staring at, love? Haven't you ever seen a dude covered in tats before?” He smiled, knowing the answer to his question. He relished my wonder.