Tongue (Ruthless Kings MC #8) - K.L. Savage Page 0,65

boot on top of it. “It’s okay, I got it,” she says, blinking those sapphire eyes at me.

Testing her, I lift my leg off the tongue and watch in fascination as she slips her hand under it. “Wow,” she says, staring in awed interest. “It’s heavier than I thought it would be.” She leans down and sniffs it. “Uh, this guy had bad breath.” She pinches the tip and hands it back to me and I can’t help but chuckle.

“You’re perfect,” I state simply, staring at her in fascination. How did I get so lucky? I lift my cut off the chair and tuck the tongue inside the pocket. I’ll need to clean this cut. There’s a ton of blood on it.

“I just want to be everything you want me to be,” she whispers, forgetting she has blood on her hands as she pushes her glasses up her nose again.

I shrug off my shirt and invade her space. I grip the back of her neck with my hand and bring my head down, teasing her with the promise of a kiss. “You’re already everything I could ever want, Daphne. Don’t force yourself to be someone you aren’t for me. I wanted you from the moment I saw you and that is never going to change.” I press a kiss to her lips and one taste has me losing the shredded thread of my control. I deepen the kiss pushing my tongue forcefully between her lips and licking the roof of her mouth. I want to devour her. I want to crawl underneath her skin and become one with the better half of who I am.

Some people would say it is sick to be so entranced by someone, but I call it love.

I pick her up by the thick meat of her ass and plop her on the counter. Pushing her legs apart, I settle between the space and get comfortable because I’m going to fucking live here. I break the kiss, moving my lips down her neck and growl in satisfaction when I see the pink bruise created by me.

I lick it, and she tosses her head back, moaning my name, “Wayne.” My real name. I love that she uses it when she’s turned on. It makes me feel different when I’m with her instead of the killer I am every day.

“You sure I didn’t hurt you?” she hisses when I place my hand on her knee. I glance down and see the black and blue bruise swelling her knee. That isn’t from me.

Fuck. How could I forget? “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have been so rough with you last night, not when you’re healing from the fall.”

Daphne lifts her dress up and slides her arms free from the straps. Her red nipples tighten when the air hits them, and I lick my lips, wanting a taste. Her finger pop the button of my jeans then pulls the zipper down. “You better be rough with me because if you aren’t, I’ll find someone who will be.”

The thought of someone else touching her body, another man being in her tight cunt, has me seeing red. I pick her up, spin her around, and slam her against the mirror hanging on the wall. Small pieces crack and fracture while she gasps, her cheek digging into the glass. I keep a tight hold between the space where her neck and shoulder meet, fish out my cock, and slam home. “Don’t ever threaten me again. I am everything you need.”

“Yes, you’re everything,” she replies as I slide out, only to punch forward again.

“I would kill them,” I warn in a hushed, vile tone against her ear. “I would kill them, bathe you in their blood, then I’d fuck you and show you who owns you.” I press her head against the glass harder, watching the cracks spread and grow along the mirror, then I yank her back and our eyes meet in our reflection. Our faces are broken from the imperfect mirror but letting us view how perfect we are together.

It’s fitting.

My shattered soul and her shattered mind are one.

Her hands fall on either side of the gold frame as I fuck her.

“Do I need to carve my name into your skin for you to understand that no one else will exist for you?” I peer down where we are joined, and her honey has my cock shining to the high heavens. It’s about the only thing holy between us because the only halo that