Twisted Together (Monsters in the Dark #3)(71)

Needing to share the magic, I murmured, "I want you so much I can't breathe. I hate this water because I wish it was you around me, in me. I'm wet for you. I'm drenched for your fingers and tongue. Love me. Q-please … "

Q squeezed his eyes. "Fuck." His forehead furrowed as his large body shuddered. He tugged his hand from my breast, fighting me when I tried to keep him close. With an angry twist, he tore his palm away, breathing hard.

His gaze opened. "Vachement tentant." So fucking tempting." He shook his head, his lips pursed with restraint. "I can't. Not when you're high. I didn't think it would be this bad. I just wanted something-I wanted you to enjoy it-to teach you how you used to love it."

His hand suddenly swished through the water, cupping my pussy. His face distorted as he pushed a finger unapologetically into me.

God, yes. I screamed with sublime joy. My muscles clamped around him.

"Goddammit, esclave. You're so damn wet. And now I won't know if it's because of your need for me, or what I've made you swallow."

My hips bucked as he removed his finger. "It's for you. All for you," I panted.

His face twisted; fear crept into his eyes. "You do remember what happened before … don't you?" His touch landed on my jaw again, wrenching my face to meet his. "Tell me-what do you remember?" 

I nodded, distracted by the coils of damp hair whispering over my shoulders.

"Tess. Answer me. What happened?"

His voice was so amazing. Just like the rest of him. I sighed in perfect contentedness. "I told Leather Jacket to fuck off." I giggled. It sounded crude and whiplash sharp, but it filled me with fire. "He tried to drown me again-I know he would've taken me back to hurt more women." I frowned, vaguely remembering every fear and terror tripping over me the moment he shoved me under the water. I'd been so sure I would die.

My fingers curled. "But then I fought back. I fought like I'd forgotten. And-" I spaced out, thinking of the wondrous possibilities my future held, now I remembered who I was.

Q shifted beside me impatiently. "And … .Shit, what else?"

I looked up, letting my hands float to the surface, dragging them through the water. "I won." I shrugged as if he knew already. "I won. I'm free. I'm happy."

His eyes dropped to my lips, darkening with need.

The urge to kiss him obsessed me, drumming my bloodstream with a war-beat. "Kiss me. Celebrate with me. I want you so, so much." In a rush, I scrambled upright, trying to grab him. My fingers scratched his neck as he jerked back, keeping just out of reach.

His eyes searched mine, crawling deep inside me until he hammered at my heart. He touched me-right there. He reached inside my chest, cracked open the beating organ, and ripped it right from my body. I was his to devour. I wanted to be bitten, eaten.

Tears welled in my eyes. "Please … kiss me. I need you to kiss me."

Q's hands landed on my shoulders. His features contorted as he battled with things I didn't understand. "If I kiss you, what then?"

"Then I give myself to you."

His eyes blazed. "If we do this, we do it my way. Tu es à moi." You're mine.

"All yours."

He lost his battle. "Ah, fuck it."

He went from unyielding to slamming me backward into the water. His lips smashed against mine, forcing me to open wide for his invasive tongue.

My core melted, thrilling with every lick. His sharp teeth caught my bottom lip, pausing, as if to see what I would do.

In answer to his tentative bite, I tore my lip away, capturing his instead. Unsheathing my teeth, I bit down. His throaty growl undid the rest of my control.

I kissed him, fully intending to leap from the bath and force him to take me on the floor.

But Q shoved me away. He stood tall, towering over me.

The glitter from whatever Q gave me made him immortal in my eyes. Made him divine and god-like.

My heart seized as he ripped down his boxer-briefs. Not giving me time to drink in his impressive erection, or the way his muscles bunched and shadowed, he reached behind me and with a possessive shove, pushed me away from the side.

His long legs spread, climbing into the bath. He gripped the edges, lowering himself into the water.

His powerful thighs entrapped my body while strong arms wrapped around me, dragging me against his chest. The water level rose, licking at my shoulders.

I shuddered with how hard and hot he was against my back. It was like lying against living marble.

Q's voice rumbled in his chest, vibrating through mine. "You say you're free, esclave. Tell me … free from what?" His hands stroked my stomach, drawing ever widening circles.

He expected me to speak? I'd lost that ability the moment he slipped behind me.