Tongue (Ruthless Kings MC #8) - K.L. Savage Page 0,52
her fingers, her knuckles, brushing her lips against my chest, and I can barely fucking focus. I need to leave. I need to tell her that her life is better off without me.
“You can’t read or write? Why take the books from the bookstore?”
“Because you touched them,” I answer honestly. “I never thought I’d experience your touch, so I wanted the closest thing to it.”
Her breath breezes over my nipple, and I feel it constrict. “And how is it now? Is it … is it what you thought it would be?”
I look down and arch my brow at her, confused about why it matters to her so much. Can’t she see I’m bad for her? “It’s more. I’ve never…I’ve never had a woman’s touch, so I wasn’t sure what to expect.”
She rears back, cocking her head in confusion. Daphne eyes me up and down, those blue orbs widening when she sees my cock again. “You’ve never…”
“No. I only got hard when I saw blood. I thought I was just sick in the head. I never wanted to have sex because of what my uncle did.”
“And now?”
“You’re all I can think about wanting,” I say. “Daphne, I’m not allowed to want things. I’m dangerous.”
“I’m okay with that.” She grips my hands, lacing her fingers with mine; not caring about the blood. “I’m not perfect. I know what you see, but it is what you don’t see that matters.”
I cup her face, rubbing her wet cheek and smearing the tears. I have the urge to lick them off. Are they salty? Sweet? I want to know, but now isn’t the moment. “You can tell me anything.”
“I have a form of psychosis,” she whispers, ashamed. Daphne bends her head, placing her forehead on my chest. “I thought you were a form of my darkness inside me. It was the only thing that made sense because you were there one minute, then gone the next.”
Psychosis… I’m not too familiar with it, but I have heard of it before. It’s mostly when people lose touch with reality.
Her admission makes me feel … bad. I don’t usually feel bad about how I make people feel, but Daphne is different. “I’m sorry. I never wanted you to feel that way. I’m very real. I’m the man who followed you, stalked you, and watched you, and I don’t regret a fucking thing.”
“You don’t care?” she asks with wet lashes, blinking at me with an innocence I want to ruin and own.
“I hope you lose sense of reality when you’re with me.” Because my reality is completely different than what I thought it could be. My thumb brushes over her bottom lip, and I inch forward, wanting to kiss her for the first time when I remember the blood on my hands. “Fuck, I’m sorry. I need to go wash my hands off. I just touched your mouth with…”
Daphne leans into my tainted palm which causes my fingers to press against her mouth again.
My eyes zero in on what she’s doing. “I have blood on my hands,” I remind her.
Her tongue flicks out along my thumb, and I growl when I see the pretty pink muscle licking the pad of my finger. I know she had to taste blood. Sarah’s blood.
I’m guilty.
I deserve a thousand deaths for allowing this to happen, but something about the woman I’m obsessed with, tasting the only other woman I’ve ever cared about has me almost coming unhinged. I want to get my knife and cut my wrists. Would she drink me down? Would she want our DNA to combine?
The thought has an orgasm blitzing through me. My cock pumps thick streams of seed, splashing on her arm. I grunt, not apologetic at all for what just happened. I crack my neck, roll my shoulders, and glare at her, daring her to question me.
I won’t apologize for how she makes me feel.
She meets my intensity with her own. Daphne surprises me, dragging her fingers down her arm and then she brings her fingers to her lips. The little she-devil rubs my cum over her mouth like fucking lip gloss. “You taste good,” she purrs. “I want more.”
I do something I’ve never done before.
I slam my lips against hers and kiss her as if I’m about to die.
For all I know, I might be.
But right now, I know what it’s like to finally live.
And I’ve been missing out.
I don’t know what got into me.
He brings the woman I’ve been suppressing for far too long out.