Tales of Darkness & Sin - Pepper Winters Page 0,201
of a rule.”
My heart tripped at the torn emotion in his voice. He sounded closed off—so different to the confident, cocky fighter from the corridor.
I didn’t want rules. This was supposed to be spontaneous and fun—not ruined by lines we couldn’t cross.
“Do we have to have rules? Can’t we just enjoy this for what it is?”
He scowled. “That’s why we need them—just one—to ensure tonight is exactly what we want. Pure delicious sex and nothing more.”
His fingers inched from my hipbones to the small of my back, pulling me into him and pressing his erection against my stomach. “I told you we’d lose a piece of our souls. I fully intend to keep that promise, but I refuse to give up any more than that, and I don’t want to steal what I don’t deserve.”
I couldn’t keep up. This man was too intense for me—too much life, too many demands, too much of everything. Dropping my eyes, uncertainty filled me. “I don’t know—”
“You already gave me your word. You’re not leaving.” Grabbing the back of my neck, he jerked me hard. I fell against him, my mouth parting in surprise.
He took full advantage.
His lips landed on mine, devouring my excuses and drowning out any denial that this wasn’t what I wanted. Once again, the heady combination of watermelon and sin swept down my throat, twisting my heart and soul.
My clit swelled, begging for the same attention that my lucky lips received.
Cas groaned as he backed me up against the wall. His hands fumbled for my wrists, yanking them above my head and slamming them against the hard surface. His tongue danced with mine, licking and worshipping in the unique way of a male taking and giving all at once.
He corrupted me completely.
I cried out as he bit my lip, sucking the abused flesh into his mouth. My body bowed, trying to rub against his, needing friction, needing him.
Breaking the kiss, he rocked his hips into mine. “Fuck, you taste divine.”
My wrists burned in his violent touch. I licked my lip, wincing at the tenderness from his teeth. “I could say the same about you. Watermelon?”
A smile broke through the dark intensity of his gaze. “A habit. I chew bubble-gum when I’m between fights. Gives my body something to do, while easing the blows to my jaw.”
He fingers tightened around my wrists, eyes widening.
I got the impression he hadn’t meant to give me that strange but endearing piece of information.
Fights?
He did that for a living?
Kissing me again, his tongue dived into my mouth, making me drunk. With his lips pressed against mine, he breathed, “You don’t get questions. You get to obey. Take my body, take my come, but don’t take anything else.”
My back bowed as he thrust harder against me. His lips were an aphrodisiac, his words even more so. “No guessing about who I am. No wondering about my life, my past, or trying to turn this one night into more. You do that, and I’ll promise the same.”
I shuddered as he kissed me deep, his tongue sweeping and dragging a moan from my chest.
Sucking my bottom lip into his mouth, he let me go with a nip. “I want your body. I don’t want your mind.”
Ouch.
My heart smarted with reprimand. I’d never been complimented in such a confusing way. He wanted me—never wanted another as much as he wanted me—but he wanted nothing to do with me. He only wanted a release.
Nothing more.
But that’s what you want, too…isn’t it?
Well…yes. His rule made perfect sense. It meant I could relax and board my plane with memories of an incredible man named Cas Smith and never think back on what could’ve been. Because there never could be more than what was.
But what does he hide to be terrified of simple questions?
Letting my wrists go, he stepped back. His lips glistened from kissing. “Use the phone. Call for your spare key before I drag you to bed.” He pointed at an invisible watch on his wrist. “Time, Saffron. We have a limited amount of time, and I plan on a lot of fucking.”
I shivered as my name fell from his lips.
Up until now, my name had been a curse—a fairly unusual one that kids at school loved to mock. But in one moment, he’d turned it into an expensive spice—just like I was named after. Amplifying the threads of red and passion, mixing with his intoxicating voice.
Without a word, he headed toward the super king bed.