The Scotch Series: The Complete Series (Scotch #1-3) - Penelope Sky Page 0,334

drops away, drinking my blood like a beast.

It should’ve disgusted me. It should’ve horrified me. But it made me burn with a fiery longing.

He pulled away and exposed his neck, wanting me to do the same to him.

Without thinking twice about it, I licked his blood away. I tasted metal on my tongue. The intimate act brought us closer together. All my hatred died away, and my walls came down. I let him in for the first time.

He pulled my face to his as he rocked into me from below. He eyed my lips, seeing the remnants of his own blood. Then he kissed me, our tongues tasting each other.

My nails dug into his back, holding on tightly as I bounced on his dick. I moved harder and faster, fucking him harder than he fucked me. “Crow…” It was the first time I said his name. And it felt so good, like he was mine. “Crow.”

He moaned against my mouth, his cock twitching in response. He kneaded my cheeks, squeezing them and massaging them aggressively. “Your pussy is always so wet for me, Button. Just me.”

“Yes…” My body never reacted to anyone else like that. I was never that aroused. Even when I lost my virginity, I wasn’t that excited. Crow brought out the strongest emotions in me, from hatred to passion. They were all so extreme they felt like the same emotion.

“I can’t wait to fill you…so much come.”

The tender area between my legs burned. I’d never wanted a man’s come more than I wanted his. I thrust onto his length harder, feeling my own orgasm approach. “I want you to come with me.”

He sucked my bottom lip then bit it with his teeth. He thrust into me harder, stretching my legs apart with his weight. His thick cock rubbed against my clitoris with every stroke, pushing me closer to the edge.

I couldn’t hold on much longer.

“Come for me.”

I gripped his shoulders for balance as my pussy constricted tightly around him. My entire body tensed as the avalanche of pleasure radiated through my body. It started deep in my core then spread like wildfire everywhere else. I was drenched in sweat and exhausted, but I didn’t want to stop. It felt too damn good.

His cock hardened inside me as he released. I could feel the squirts fill me deep inside, his heavy come sitting exactly where it belonged. It was warm and thick. I’d never willingly let a man come inside me before. He was the first, and it was the sexiest thing I’d ever done.

Crow’s eyes lost their darkness once the heat had dissipated. His cock softened inside me, but he still stretched me with his natural thickness. He wrapped his arm around my waist and rolled me to the bed. The knife was placed on the nightstand, out of the way so neither one of us would roll on it.

Like nothing happened, he curled up beside me and closed his eyes. My leg was hooked around his waist, and his arm was still around my ribs. Now that the fun was over, he wasn’t worried I might make another attempt on his life. He didn’t have a care in the world, like nothing could touch him. He fell asleep almost instantly, his warm body keeping me comfortable.

I stared at his face before my eyes closed. The scowl left his lips once again and his eyes softened. They didn’t hold the strain of a criminal. He returned to being a man.

A man I’d never met.

I hadn’t gotten a good night of sleep like that since the last time I slept in my own bed. There were no nightmares to make me jolt upright in bed. There were no dreams that made me cry silently in my sleep. All I felt was peace. Crow’s arms were wrapped tightly around me all night long.

It was the first time I felt safe.

The next morning, his alarm went off, and he slipped out of bed. The second his body was gone, the bed felt a little colder. He walked into his bathroom and showered to get ready for the day.

I pulled the sheets tighter around me to fight off the cold and slipped back into sleep. It seemed like mere seconds when he was out of the shower and putting on one of his designer suits. He pulled the jacket over his massive shoulders and placed the flashy watch on his wrist. He eyed himself in the mirror, checking for wrinkles in