but I’m not using fucking any of them.
It’s just my body and Bernadette’s. That’s all I want tonight. That’s all the demon in me craves. My flesh in her flesh, owning her, marking her. Protecting her. Because, ultimately, that’s the only thing I want to do.
That’s why I had to see her in that dress as soon as possible, to make sure she was still here, that she was relatively unmarked, that she was mine.
So, sure, I shoved the door in and cracked the drywall with the knob, but I went in there, looked at her, and I knew.
She really is the queen to my king.
“Victor!” she’d ground out, not at all like the pretty, near-submissive thing she is now. “The fuck is wrong with you?” I was shaking, and I didn’t want her to know. I lit a cigarette. I took a drag, looked her up and down. Did she know how damn relieved I was? Could she feel it?
“Fuck me.” That was all I said. Maybe I managed to sound calm, but probably not?
Bernadette’s body swathed in glittering black, just like it is now. Her emerald green eyes gazing back at me, just like they are now. I lift my head up to look at her, and then I dip my face down and taste her sweetness. I’m fucking ravenous. My hands clamp down on her pelvis even harder, keeping her still as my tongue dives deep and I take exactly what I want without bothering to ask for it.
“Vic,” she moans, thrashing around, fingers clawing at the bedspread. That’s where her words stop, and her true pleasure begins. I close my eyes, savoring her taste, lapping her up like candy. There will never be enough for me, a moment where I’m satisfied and ready to move on. Once you’ve found your girl, you just fucking know.
Bernadette asked how many girls I’ve been with. I have no idea. I didn’t count. I don’t care. There is only one girl in this world that I need, and it’s always been her. My tongue slides up between her folds to find her clit. It’s already swollen and desperate for my touch; I very purposely lick around it until Bernie’s quivering and mewling for more.
A smirk chases across my lips and triumph surges through me.
Mine.
It’s an urge as old as the sun, impossible to resist. Sometimes, I hate myself for it. Maybe I should be more … enlightened or something? But then I drop my mouth back to Bernadette’s heat, and my brain goes on hiatus. There is nothing but me, my demons, and the stiffness of my cock.
“I want to tell you something,” I whisper against her thigh, loving the way her hands push at my head, like she wants me to stop. It’s a bunch of bullshit though, just a game. Bernadette Savannah Blackbird most definitely does not want me to stop what I’m doing. I lift up on my forearms just enough so that I can see her face. Her eyes are closed, face flushed, one arm thrown across her forehead.
With her skirt pushed up around her hips, I can see the dragon tattoo on her hip, the one with all the lotus blossoms that turn into its pink scales. I scoot forward so that I can press my mouth against it, sucking and kissing my way across her ink. I want my fucking name tattooed on her body, somewhere prominent, like her chest.
It kills me that Aaron has her name tattooed on his body, and I don’t. I’ll need to correct that—and soon. Aaron. Little piss-ant scamming on my girl. I should beat him to a pulp, but I know that I can’t. Not if I want to keep Bernadette.
“What?” It’s the only word she manages to get out and even then, it’s strained as fuck. I grin, and I don’t hold back on the cocky since I know she can’t see me and get pissed off about it.
“When Hael said I don’t use condoms, you know he was teasing you, right?”
This gives Bernadette pause and she moves her arm away from her face to look at me.
“What?” she asks, panting, her beautiful thighs spread open for me. “Victor, don’t fuck around with me. You obviously don’t use condoms. You have never used a condom with me.”
“With you,” I repeat, looking her dead in the face. She has to know I would never blow my load in another girl. Not a chance in hell I’d put myself