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“Fuck me. You’re a vision, Charleigh. A fuckin’ fantasy that I don’t ever want to stop dreaming.”
I circled my thumb over her left breast, right over her satin-covered nipple.
She gasped and arched. “River.”
“Look at you, already imploring, and I’ve barely begun. Goingto make you feel so good, Little Runner, so good that every time this needy little pussy starts throbbing, you’re always going to come running back to me.”
Fuck. I kept saying things I shouldn’t. But they poured out like a well that could no longer contain life-giving water.
I tugged the left cup down and exposed her nipple that was just as pink as her bra. Puckered and pebbled and peaked.
Begging for attention.
I leaned in and nipped it with my teeth before I curled my lips around it, giving it a suck.
Charleigh rasped an incoherent rush of words, and her hips jutted from the couch.
Yeah. Her pussy was begging for attention, too.
I suckled and licked while I pulled the opposite cup down and pinched that nipple between my thumb and forefinger, rolling it as I rolled the other with my tongue.
Her fingers were yanking at my hair to the point of pain, and fuck, I liked it. Liked her trying to claw her way to get close to me. The zings that were ripping down the back of my skull and shooting straight to my dick.
Her hands moved, nails raking down my back and fisting in the fabric of my tee, struggling to drag it up.
A rough chuckle skated free as I edged back a fraction. “You wanna take a look at me, Little Runner?”
She gave me an erratic nod, that mesmerizing gaze doing wild, wild things. “Yes. I want to see you.”
“All yours, gorgeous.”
Was pretty sure it was true. I was all hers. This girl could ask anything of me, and I’d give it to her.
She pulled up the tee, and I helped her by winding out of it, and she nudged me back by the shoulders until I was hovering two feet away from her.
Hungry eyes raked my torso.
Taking in the atrocities I’d carved on myself. The graphic scenes. Life and death and obscenity. Gnarled, twisted faces, phantoms andwraiths, a haunting written across my body because it was the only thing I’d known.
Her regard darted all over, as if she were taking stock, reading me, and stowing the information away.
She should be repulsed, but she let go of a ragged breath as she let her fingertips drift from whereNo Mercywas tatted on the front of my throat, all the way over the five demons I’d marked on my pecs, down to my abs that were hard as stone with the amount of restraint it took me not to dive in and devour.
“How are you so beautiful?”
My chuckle was raw. “Not sure what you’re seeing, baby.”
“I’m seeing you.”
I should have rejected it, the way she was looking at me like she could see through the years of hardened scars that covered me like armor. Like she was witnessing my sins play out on a reel, had direct access to my memories, and she might still want to be there with me, anyway.
“It’s you who’s beautiful. You who knocks the wind out of me every time I look at you.” I dipped back in, kissing across both of her nipples, before I kissed up her chest and to her jaw. Then I dove back in and took that delicious mouth.
Cinnamon and spice.
Girl knocking through me. Pure intoxication.
Fingertips sank into my shoulders, raking and ripping, urging me closer.
