side, keeping me in place. His breath was warm as his mouth came even closer. I shivered, the heat of it clashing with the cold that tried to leave my body—not nerves, but anticipation.
As his mouth came between my legs, his tongue tasting me, I let him go and gripped the metal of the fire escape, afraid that I was going to become weightless and lose all balance. A free fall into heaven or hell. My eyes rolled back, and a long, low mewl left my mouth. I was sprawled open against the railing like some sacrificial virgin.
“Fuck. Yeah,” I breathed out. I’d never had a man taste me like this. Like he had all of the time in the world, but at the same time, he was too starved to savor.
The orgasm that ripped through me was as brutal as it was beautiful. I screamed out, the noise echoing around us, and for the first time in my life, I wondered if this was how the arrow felt when the bow sets it off. The pleasure overwhelming my body didn’t quit even after he did. It fucking lingered, and I wanted another hit. My cheeks felt even hotter, because that had happened way too fast.
He stood and licked his lips before pinning my body against the railing. “Forked tongue, darlin’.”
He was right. That forked tongue was made for sin.
Before he said another word, I pulled his mouth to mine, like my greed wasn’t as sinful as his tongue. He lifted me up like I weighed nothing, setting me on the edge of the railing.
“You,” I breathed between kisses that were wilder than some of the sex I’d had before him, “will get life in a cage if you let me fall.”
“Ah, my darlin’,” he said, his voice slow and low, matching his hooded eyes. My darling came out of his mouth as ma darlin’. “I’d never let you fall. This arse is too beautiful to bruise.”
The world feared this marauder. I didn’t have a fucking care in the world when he was this close to me. Maybe it was the stupidest thing I ever did, or the most brilliant, but I believed he wouldn’t let me fall. I believed him when he said my arse was too beautiful to bruise.
We were connected in a way that was hard to describe, except for this: what happened to me, happened to him, and vice versa. It was the price we’d both pay for him stealing my heart.
Our mouths paused just long enough for both of us to grin at his comment. Our teeth made contact before his tongue invaded my mouth again and my hands started to work on his pants. Once he was free, he brought me down some, situating me, and then he entered me slowly. His eyes were intense on mine.
The sound that came from his mouth when he was buried fully inside of me, a deep groan, gave me more pleasure than his dick—and that was plenty enough to keep me satisfied. It fit his build. It fit everything about him. Then he started to move. I closed my eyes, the intensity between us too much to take in.
The more he moved, the more I felt the pressure building and building. I was about to come again. He kept hitting one spot that sent fucking shock waves throughout my body.
Then he hit me so hard that I hissed. It fucking hurt.
He made a similar noise when my nails sunk deep into his flesh. “That’s it, my darlin’,” he said. “Let go and mark me.”
I scratched him from one end to the other, wanting his tongue to go even deeper into my mouth, for him to ram that spot again and hurt me, so the bitter pain would make the pleasure even sweeter. It wasn’t a punishment. It was a reward.
“Fuck,” he said, lifting me from the railing, carrying me into the bedroom. “You’re burnin’ for me.”
He set me down on the bed, and before he could reach for me, I slammed my mouth against his. Our tongues were at war, like my mind was at battle to keep my heart.
We kissed until I couldn’t breathe.
Our bodies were as crazed as our tongues. We rolled around on the bed, his body against mine, mine against his, like we were out to kill each other.
Needing to breathe but also starving to have my mouth on his skin, I placed my lips on his chin, his neck, along his chest,