left before me in her matching black bra and thong. She swore a set of suspenders with a garter belt securing them over her panties and the sky-high heels she wore made her legs look longer than ever. The cellphone Frankie had given her was tucked in the top of one of them and I smirked at it.
“I missed you more than words can say, baby doll,” I breathed, my throat thick and my words rough with lust.
“Show me how much,” she replied, her voice catching as her chest rose and fell heavily.
My gaze roamed over her and I took a step closer, then another, until there was nothing but an inch dividing our bodies and that space was filled with the heavy pants of our needy breaths.
“I feel like a poor man standing before his queen when I look at you,” I said to her. “Like I’m staring at something so much purer and better than me and that I’m sullying you just by being in your presence. Like I’m making you dirty just by thinking about all the ways I want to worship you.”
“Then make me dirty, mountain man,” she begged breathily, still not touching me. “Make me feel the weight of the crown you’d place upon my head.”
I kept my eyes on hers before slowly dropping my mouth to her collar bone where a crescent shaped scar marked her flesh and I ran my tongue along the length of it.
She gasped as I kissed it and I groaned at that sound escaping her, my dick swelling in my pants as I ached for more of her. All of her.
My mask bumped against her skin as my mouth moved over her flesh but when I lifted a hand to pull it off, she stopped me with a hungry groan. Like she wanted me to keep it on, a devil in a red mask painting her body in sin.
I knew I should have been paying attention to the door behind me, but we had to stay in here for the plan to work and we had time to kill. I’d waited so long to have her with me again that I was helpless to ignore this need in me or that in her too. We could be quick. And we both needed this too much to deny it.
My mouth moved to the next scar on her flesh and I kissed that too, moving my mouth over it slowly, tasting her skin and kissing every little bit of proof of just how strong she was. I hated and loved those scars in equal measure. I hated how they reminded me of all she’d suffered and yet I loved the strength each one of them had taken to survive. I loved the way she wore them like a warrior, proud of the fire in her belly and the strength of her soul and I needed her to know how much I appreciated each of them, how I saw them for exactly what they symbolised and how they only made her more beautiful in my eyes.
I moved lower, finding each mark on her flesh by memory alone and she pressed her hands to the wall behind her as she fought off the desire to touch me in response, bathing in the way I was worshiping her instead and allowing me to take my time in getting reacquainted with every single inch of her body.
When I got low enough, I dropped to my knees before her and tipped my head back to look up at her as she panted above me.
“Tell me you still want me like you used to, savage girl,” I begged her, my hands curling around her thighs as my whole body began to tremble with anticipation.
My dick was hard as iron in my pants and I was aching for her in a way I knew couldn’t possibly be sated by us coming together once, but I was sure as hell going to try if she wanted me to.
“Don’t be gentle with me, Nicoli,” she warned. “I don’t want the refined man the world sees when they look at you. I want the brutal beast who killed for me. I want the man covered in the blood of my enemies and I want to forget that my name was ever Sasha and to just be your savage girl.”
My gaze darkened at her words and my heart pounded to a wild beat as I stood again suddenly, sliding my grip to