Tongue (Ruthless Kings MC #8) - K.L. Savage Page 0,37

memorize the feel of him. He’s all muscle. His pecs are huge and swollen, his stomach has divots, promising abs, and strength. He’s pure protection, the deadliest weapon, the bullet after it leaves the gun. I can sense the wrath under his skin—it’s black and sour, damned, and unable to be saved.

“You aren’t my nightmare,” I whisper, skimming my hand up to his chest and neck, gasping when I feet the heat of his skin. He is hot, burning alive from the inside out, but he stands calm and collected, as cold as ice.

Maybe he is from Hell, but even the Devil is an angel.

And if redemption isn’t possible, then what has the world come to? I’m not asking him to change who he is; I’m just asking him to take a chance on me. I want him to come out of hiding. There is no reason for him to hide from me. Everything he exudes is everything my soul is aching for.

I don’t do normal because I know deep down I’m not.

I want sinister and wicked things. Tongue can promise both.

The invisible flames dancing along his skin travel up my arm and through my body.

“Y-you … have no … idea … what … you’re asking,” he says between shaky breaths as my fingers dip into the small craters along his neck.

I wish I could see him, but I won’t push him into the light if he isn’t comfortable. I can explore him from here. We can get to know each other in blindness. “What’s your name?” I question again, letting my hand drop to his heart. “Let me in, please.” My forehead lands on his chest.

“You don’t want to know me.” His thick fingers drag along my chin, the rough violence of his skin scratches against mine, vowing nothing but kindness as he touches me. “So pretty,” he maps my lips, outlining the round shape. “I’ll never do anything in this life to deserve you.”

His palm cups my neck, his right hand almost takes up the entire right side of my face, and I’m dizzy from being touched by poison, but somehow, I’ve managed to survive.

The toxins he spits, I’m immune to.

Opening my eyes, I know he’s close because the scratch of his scruff rubs along my cheek.

“You smell so good,” he growls, burying his nose in my hair.

His erection is pressed against my thigh, long, hard, and thick.

“Did I smell good the night you watched me touch myself?”

He nips my jaw. “Yes. You have no idea how much I wanted to taste you.”

“Why didn’t you?” I moan, rolling my head back as he glides his nose down my throat.

“Because I’ll ruin you if given the chance. It’s something I can’t risk.”

“I’m already ruined,” I admit, tears soaring across my eyes. The ratio of how I hold myself together day by day to how many hours I search for him in a day is astronomical. One clearly outweighs the other.

“Then let me save you from me,” he whispers against my lips, and right before I think he’s about to kiss me, right as his mouth lands against mine, he’s gone. “Tongue?” I call out to him, but the air is different. The electricity that tingles my skin has vanished. “No.” I search for his chest again, to feel his warmth, but I fall forward, catching myself on the wall. “No!” I cry, frustrated and heartbroken because he left me.

He always leaves me.

I limp toward the lamp and turn it on. The yellow cast falls along the white floor, and tears drip from my eyes when I inspect the room only to find myself alone.

I drop to the bed and cry, big shoulder shaking sobs. I bury my face in the pillow, feeling more lost than I ever have before. This is what he does to me.

I wasn’t lying when I said he has ruined me.

His presence is just as earthshattering as his absence. He empowers me, and when he leaves, the power causes the strength to crumble, and I’m left in the devastation of his debris.

“Why!” I scream, slashing my arm across the nightstand. The lamp flies through the air and unplugs, slamming against the wall. It shatters. Small glass pieces hit my arms, and a flurry of doctors rush into the room when they hear the noise. “Why did he do this to me? Why?” Why am I addicted to the presence of a ghost?

The overhead light flips on, and the female nurse hurries to my side, helping