Shameless - Sybil Bartel Page 0,85
the bedroom and catching you up on a week’s worth of missed orgasms.”
“There’s a weekly quota?” she asked teasingly, giving me an arched eyebrow.
“There’s a daily quota,” I warned, cupping her. “You all healed up?” I still felt guilty as hell for ripping her.
Sucking in a sharp breath, her voice went quiet. “Yeah.”
I studied her face. “You hesitated.”
Her cheeks flushed. “I’m fine.”
“Honesty,” I warned, reminding her of our agreement.
She exhaled slowly. “Fine. I was embarrassed I bled all over your floor… and probably you.”
“Woman, I don’t give a shit about blood unless you’re hurting, and that wasn’t your fault.” It was mine. I knew better than to yank my piercings out of a woman without warning, but the first shot hit and I didn’t think. I reacted. “I should’ve been more careful.” A Jacob’s ladder with the size gauges I’d had could fuck a woman up. “That won’t happen again,” I promised.
She let out an ironic, half laugh. “Let’s hope not. I’m kinda done with being shot at.”
Unable to keep my hands off her any longer, I dragged the back of my fingers over the smooth skin just above her tits. “I’m not going to let you get hurt again.”
Her gaze dropped to my hand and her voice went quiet. “That could be a little hard.”
Needing to see her eyes, I tipped her chin. “Why?”
She bit her lip. “You have a lot of piercings.” Her voice went even quieter. “Big ones.”
“Trust me?”
No hesitation, she nodded.
Turning her around, I peeled the rest of her dress over her hips and let it hit the floor. Trailing my fingers up her back, I unhooked her bra, but when I slid my thumbs under her thong, I saw it. “This is where you were shot.” I touched the unmistakable shape of a bullet wound on the lower backside of her hip.
Goosebumps raced up her back and she answered even though it wasn’t a question. “Yeah.” Her hand went to her upper arm. “And a graze wound here.”
I dragged a finger over the scar on her arm. “You’re fucking sexy with scars, woman.”
With insecurity clouding her features, she looked over her shoulder at me.
I kissed the scar on her arm, then I bent and kissed the raised flesh on her hip. “So fucking sexy. You know why?”
Still watching me, she shook her head.
“It means you’re a survivor.” Salivating from the scent of her desire, I slid her thong over her hips. “Nothing sexier than that.” Kissing a trail up her back, I took her wrists and braced her hands on the kitchen counter. Shoving her feet apart, I unzipped my pants and freed my hard as fuck cock. Stroking myself with one hand, I lightly drew my fingers through her cunt with my other. “Fuck yeah, princess.” She was so goddamn wet.
Moaning, she pushed into my hand. “Don’t tease me.”
“Not the game plan tonight, sweetheart.” I was too on edge to delay what both of us wanted.
“Not any night,” she protested.
Rubbing through slickness, I smiled. “No promises on that, but tonight you’re safe.” I lined up the head of my cock with my new, smaller captive ring.
She stiffened.
“Trust, woman,” I reminded her.
Inhaling she nodded. “Okay.”
I circled her clit with my cock. Then I slowly pushed in to her.
Her chest flattened on the counter and she moaned long and deep.
Fucking hell she was tight. “You feel that, principessa?” Goddamn. “Ti senti così bene.”
“English,” she breathed, already pulsing around me.
“You feel fucking amazing, woman.” So goddamn good, I was ready to come simply from sinking inside her. “You feel me?” I drove deep until my shaft was buried all the way inside her.
“Oh my God. Missing,” she panted, shoving her hips back. “Less metal.”
“I took my Jacob’s ladder out.” Leaning over her, I brought my mouth to her ear and my fingers to her clit. Then I gave her my version of an apology. “For you.”
I didn’t believe in saying sorry, but I also didn’t believe in making the same mistakes twice. Those piercings had meant survival when I’d gotten them. But this woman made me realize there wasn’t any damn point in surviving if you had nothing to live for.
She shivered. “But what about what they meant to you?”
“You mean more.”
Her small hand wrapped around my wrist and she squeezed. “You left one. I feel it. It’s different.”
“Smaller captive ring.” Sucking on her neck, fingering her clit, I drove in and out of her in a steady rhythm. “It won’t hurt you, but it’ll still make