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I pull back and bite down on her shoulder, coming hard as I do. Emily moans loudly, igniting my body on fire. All I want to do is keep fucking her until she can’t walk without my come pooling in her underwear and sliding down her legs.
“Ahh fuck me,” I growl, letting go of her shoulder and loving the perfect imprint I’ve left behind, marking her.
My body shudders as the last of the orgasm shoots out. I hold her, not moving. My semi-hard cock refuses to leave the warmth of her body.
“I can’t get enough of you,” I whisper against her neck, peppering her with soft kisses.
“I should get you cleaned up,” Emily says as I reluctantly pull out.
Before I can do anything else, she turns around and drops to her knees, sucking me into her mouth.
“Oh fuck,” I groan, and close my eyes.
My hand rests on the top of her head. Her talented tongue is almost too much for my sensitive cock, but I’ll never pull away while she sucks me clean. She looks up at me with those soft blue eyes, but now I can see the devil under the sweet façade. I love both versions of her.
“Fuck…if you’re not careful, you’re going to make me hard again.”
Emily takes that as a challenge, sucking one of my balls into her mouth before moving to the second one. She plays with my piercing, and the sensation shoots down my shaft to my balls, and then starts to bob. She starts slow, then she gains speed until my head falls back. I’m suddenly just as hard and needy as I was the first time.
She makes choking and gagging noises as I slide down her throat. I grab her head and thrust forward. Faster and faster, I fuck her mouth and throat, while her tongue teases me. I glance down in the haze of my dark desire.
“Rub your pussy.”
Emily doesn’t hesitate. She drops her right hand between her thighs and furiously rubs over her clit. My cock starts to swell. I need to watch her swallow me down.
“Come for me, my Little Liability.”
Emily’s eyes water and saliva trickles from the corner of her mouth, but she doesn’t pull away or fight me. It’s so fucking sexy watching her work my cock.
She closes her eyes, and I slam forward until my abs press against her nose. I’ve no idea how I’m coming so much, but jet after jet leaves my body and shoots right down her throat.
Emily licks her lips and smiles when I slowly pull free of her hot mouth.
Hooking my hands under her arms, I lift her to her feet and stare into her eyes. There are a million things I want to say, but I don’t know how to start.
The banging in the trunk serves as background music, as I cup her face and kiss her deeply.
“I love you.”
Emily’s eyes fill with tears, but she smiles wide.
“I love you, Alden.”
THREE WEEKS LATER
We stand under a tree, far enough away from the funeral that we are nothing more than shadows. Emily’s arm is around my waist, her head against my chest, and our breath rising into the cold, clear sky as we watch.
Detective Hiller’s death has drawn a much larger group of officers than Rob’s funeral. Shoulder to shoulder in their dress uniforms, they stand around the casket, while bright flowers stand out among the snow and those in mourning.
“It really is a shame that the Dahlia killer got to Jen Hiller,” Emily says, making me smirk.
“Such a shame,” I reply, holding her tighter. “You did a lovely job with the flower arrangements.”
“I really did, didn’t I?”
Emily turns her head to look up at me, and I meet her alluring and devious gaze.
As much as I wanted to make Jen disappear, in the end we decided it was best that the Dahlia Killer get revenge and close the door on that part of her life forever. Emily doesn’t want to kill as I do. Everything she’s done was to get my attention, but she helps me hunt and stalk my prey better than I ever could. She is…perfect for me in every way.
