While she rode back and forth on him, she took off her shirt and pushed her bra's cups to the side so that they molded her up and out. There was a mighty creak as V strained against the binds. If he'd been free, she was quite sure he would have had her on her back underneath him in the work of a moment.
"Watch me take you," she said, running one of her hands up to her neck. When her fingers coasted over the remnants of his bite mark, V's lips pulled back from the ball gag and his fangs elongated, digging into the red latex as he growled.
She kept touching herself where he'd bitten her while she rose on her knees and stood up his arousal. She sat on him good and hard, and he orgasmed as soon as he entered her, kicking deep inside, flooding her. He was still fully erect afterward, even as he stopped twitching.
Jane had never felt more sexual in her life as she began to grind on top of him. She loved that he was smeared with wax and the result of his orgasms, that his skin was gleaming with sweat and flaming red in places, that there was going to be a mess to clean up. She had done the whole of it to him, and he adored her for what had happened, and that was why it felt right.#p#分页标题#e#
As her own release came barreling in, she looked into his wide, wild eyes.
She wished she didn't ever have to leave him.
* * *
Chapter Thirty
As Fritz pulled the Mercedes into the short driveway of a condo and put it in park, V looked out through the front windshield.
"Nice place," he said to Jane.
"Thank you."
He fell quiet, getting lost in what had gone down back at his penthouse for the last two hours. The things she'd done to him… Christ, nothing had ever been that erotic. And nothing had been so sweet as the aftermath. When the session was finished, she'd released him and taken him into the shower. Under the spray of the water his come had rinsed away and the wax had flaked off, but the cleansing had really been on the inside.
He wished the red marks she'd left on his body would stay. He wanted them in his skin permanently.
God, he couldn't stand to let her go.
"So how long have you been here?" he asked.
"Since my residency. So, ten years."
"Good area for you. Close to the hospital. How're the neighbors?" Such nice cocktail, blah-blah conversation. Meanwhile, the house the party was in was on fire.
"Half of the people are young professionals and the other half are old. Joke is that you leave either because you get married or you go into a nursing home." She nodded to the unit next to hers on the left. "Mr. Hancock pulled out two weeks ago into assisted living. The new neighbor, whoever-it-is, will probably be just like him, because the one-floor units tend to go to the elderly. By the way, I'm rambling."
And he was stalling. "Like I said, I love your voice, so feel free."
"I don't do it except around you."
"Which makes me lucky." He glanced at his watch. Shit, time was draining out like water from a bath, leaving a whole lot of cold in its absence. "So can I have a tour?"
"Absolutely."
He got out first and scanned the area before stepping aside and letting her stand up. He told Fritz to take off, as he'd just dematerialize back home, and while the doggen pulled out of the driveway, V let her lead up the walkway.
Jane opened the door with nothing but a single key and a twist of the knob. No security system. Only one lock. And on the inside no dead bolt or chain. Even though she didn't have enemies like he did, this was not safe enough. He was going to—
No, he wasn't going to remedy it. Because in another few minutes he was going to be a stranger.
To keep from losing it, he looked around. Her furniture didn't make sense. Against the ivory walls of the condo, all the mahogany and the oil paintings made the place feel like a museum. From the Eisenhower era.
"Your furniture…"
"Was my parents'," she said as she put down her coat and duffel. "After they died, I moved what could fit here from the house in Greenwich. It was a mistake—I feel like I'm living in a museum."
"Um… I can see your point."
He walked around her living room, checking out the kind of stuff that belonged in a doctor's Colonial house in a Bruce Wayne part of town. The shit dwarfed the condo's lines, choking rooms that might otherwise have been airy.
"Don't know why I'm keeping it all, really. I didn't like living with it when I was growing up." She took a little spin, then stalled out.
Shit, he didn't know what to say, either.
He knew what to do, though. "So… your kitchen is that way, true?"#p#分页标题#e#
She walked over to the right. "It's not much."