I don’t realize what I’m doing. Pure instinct runs me now. My vision winks in and out of black.
I do feel, though. The gasp that leaves her ghosting along my cheek. Her arms squished beneath my hands.
Her struggles as I sit back down on the bed with her right where she started.
"No!" She slaps at my shoulder, hard enough for the hit to actually hurt. But she doesn't hammer at me, or try to tear me apart. It's all the encouragement I need.
If this girl wanted me off her for real, she would've ripped my head off my shoulders. No doubt about it.
"You're going to take back what you just said," I inform her, my voice hoarse from residual anger.
"No, I'm not."
She doesn't understand. Just thinking about her wanting anyone else sparks irrational, psychotic fury.
Thinking about her wanting Gage—my teammate, my friend—that way is like standing in front of a mirror and catching my reflection for the first time. The man on the other side is evil. More monstrous than I ever expected.
Her being with him of all people… nah. Not happening. The thought alone threatens to tear something in me apart and I'm done analyzing why. It just is.
"You want me, Sapphire." I cup the left side of her neck and lean in to drag my nose across the other side. She quivers as I inhale her, not stopping until my lips trace her ear. "Me. Not him."
"No. I changed my mind. Told you."
I yank her down so that my cock hits home between her thighs.
A ragged moan leaves her and I jerk against her, rubbing hard. “You. Want. Me,” I hiss into her ear, my eyes sliding closed. “And you shouldn’t. I shouldn’t want this, either.” I tilt her head to the side and give her neck a light nibble.
Sapphire’s breath catches in her throat.
Smiling against her neck, I let my tongue flick out once, twice…
“Deimos, what—oh, God.”
She’s vocal. I fucking love that. “Tell me you want me to stop, and I’ll stop. But decide. Because I’m done pretending I don’t want to fuck you.” Her hands wrap tight around my neck. That’s it, baby. Tremble for me. Taking a deep inhale, I force my upper body away from her and back on the bed. I brace myself on my elbows.
Sapphire’s lips part. Her eyes trail down my body, taking me in beneath her. Those eyes tell me just how much she wants me. I struggle not to thrust up toward her. “If you want me, Sapphire, here I am.”
Her knees slide across the bed, her thighs parting farther. A shiver goes through her as her pussy makes contact with my dick again.
I bite the inside of my cheek and fist the covers.
“What if.” She pauses, her tongue wetting her lower lip. I fixate on that, dying to suck on it. “What if I don’t know what to do? I mean, I have Magdalena’s memories, but—”
“Told you not to fucking think about that.” My blood pounds through my veins. That possessive wave again, the one that threatens to erase my common sense.
Mine.
Need to flip her over, impale her, make her writhe on my cock until she fucking understands what she’s done to me.
I feel crazed.
I am crazed, my mind splitting in two. Grinding down on my teeth, I snap my lids shut. This isn’t normal. And I have to control myself. She’s isn’t ready for what I want. If I’m going to do this with her, I have to let her control it. It has to be her using my body, taking what she needs.
Fuck, that thought turns me on more.
She cups my face and smooths her thumbs across my cheekbones. “Deimos… you look pained.”
I force my lids open, so that she can see my eyes, knowing damn well what she’ll find in there. Obsession. Has to be. It’s hit me hard, too fast. “I’m trying to do this at your speed, but never wanted anyone this fucking much."
The emotion that flares in her eyes guts me. I don't dare analyze it, don't think I can handle it right then.
Still cupping my face, she leans toward me. I have a split second to wet my lips, then her lips are on me, her tongue pushing into my mouth.
I twitch and groan beneath her, my eyes lost in the back of my head again. Sapphire kisses me as if she could eat me alive, our tongues twining violently. My hands tighten around the covers, thoughts growing dim.
My dick pounds along with my raging heartbeat. I growl at her as she pulls back to stare at me with flushed cheeks and molten eyes. I cup her face in my palm, caressing it rougher than I should. “You are gorgeous, and if you don’t touch me soon, I think I’m going to explode in my pants,” I joke with her, smirking.
She giggles, her lips stretching out into a wide smile. They’re wet, coated in my saliva. I reach up and smooth my thumb across her bottom one. I want more of me on her. Covering her.
The smile falls off Sapphire’s face. She’s fucking panting, her eyes asking me for things she isn’t ready for. Easy. Her first time. I drop one hand to her thigh, circling and squeezing.
Her hands flatten on my chest, smoothing the material of my shirt across my pecs. Her eyes keep bouncing from what her hands are doing to my mouth. There’s a hesitancy to her touch.
My chest squeezes in on itself. Rising up, I wrap her in my arms and turn around so that my back is facing the headboard. I lean back and make myself comfortable. “Sapphire, we don’t have to do anything you aren’t comfortable with.”
She spreads her fingers over my pecs and squeezes down. As if familiarizing herself with my body. “What about what you want?”
My dick twitches. I can’t help but rotate my hips into her wet heat. Fuck. I need our clothes gone. “Baby, what I want is for you to use me. However you want.”
Sapphire bites back a throaty moan, her nails digging into my skin. “However I want it?”
Images flash through my mind; a fucked-up kaleidoscope of naked flesh, roaming hands, and breathless moans that leaves me shaking. “Yes. God. Whatever you want. Just do it.”
Her skirt rises up on her thighs as she spreads her legs and shifts on top of me.
My dick is going to rip through my jeans. If she teases me like that one more time…
I slide my thumbs up the insides of her thighs, lifting the edge of her skirt as I go. She lets me, and by the time her boyshorts come into view, we’re tense against each other. Our panting breaths are the only sound in the room.
Her boyshorts are light blue. The fabric covering her pussy is damp. I can see the outline of her lips clearly. God damn. The lush scent of her arousal makes my mouth water. I moan, squeezing down on her thighs. “Baby, I’m about to lose my mind. Work with me here. Tell me what you like.”
“I like it when you moan,” she whispers, rocking toward my thumbs.
I move my thumbs closer to her pussy and moan for her again. “What else?”
“I like how your skin feels. Want more.”
Thank fuck. I ease her back so I can sit up and yank my shirt off. I fling it across the room and ease back on the headboard.
Sapphire’s eyes are filled with wonder as she takes in my chest. Her eyes fall to the tattoo on my ribcage.
Never give up. Never give in. Keep fighting until your last breath.
Her fingers trace the words slowly.
Every muscle tightens for her, the male animal in me brimming with pride at her stunned silence.
“Deimos...” she breathes out slowly, the awe in her voice driving me wild.
I don’t know what comes over me or why, but there’s no stopping the next word that leaves my mouth. “Maxwell.”
The stillness that falls over us is unreal. Somehow, her pupils get even larger. Dark eyes lock on me with that same wonder from before and something else. Shock.
My heart feels like it’s about to explode through my ribcage.
My fucking name. I did it. I gave her my name.
“What?” Sapphire whispers, her little hands clenching into fists on my naked chest.
“It’s… it’s my name,” I whisper back passed the rock in my throat. The ma
gnitude of what I’ve just done isn’t lost on me.
Tenderness slides across her expression. “Your name is Maxwell?”
I nod at her.
“But you go by Deimos?”
“It’s my alias. Barely anyone knows my real name.” Fucking shit, I’m still whispering, like some scared little ki—
Sapphire reaches for her sweater and pulls it over her head.
Jesus Christ.
My eyes drop immediately to her breasts. The white tanktop she’s wearing is stretched too tight across her chest. Her dark blue bra is visible; the top of her breasts freaking captivate me. When it comes to tits and ass, I love both in equal measure, and Sapphire’s tits are perfect.
I stifle a groan, my hands twitching as I reach up to grab them.
An annoyed growl is ripped out of me when she jumps off me and stands next to the bed.
She pauses for a split second, smiling down at me. She reminds me of a mischievous nymph. Then, she pulls her tanktop off.
I’m still gaping when she reaches for her skirt and wiggles out of it.
It hits the floor at her feet.
In a breathless voice, Sapphire says, “You were pouting again and it turns me on.”
I lunge for her.
Sapphire squeals as I lift her up by the waist and drop her back on the bed under me. Her tits bounce inside her bra.
“I don’t pout.” I reach for the laces on one of her boots, making quick work of them and yanking it off. The whole time, my eyes are jumping from her face, to those tits, her small waist, those hips, the wet space in between.
“Yeah you do.” Her bee-stung lips tilt in a teasing smile. “And I like it. Think it’s sexy.”
I rip her other boot off, forgetting to be careful with it. Part of the material is shredded in my grip.
Uncaring, I throw the boot over my shoulder and reach for her. “Newsflash, baby: real men don’t pout.” I slip my hands beneath her and lift her.
She giggles, letting me settle her on my lap. “I hate to burst your bubble, Maxwell, but—”
I kiss her full lips. They part for me, letting me in. Sapphire’s fingers thread through my hair. She fists it, holding me in place as our tongues connect. I growl into her mouth, licking at her tongue, sucking it roughly.
Ease up, Deimos.
I can’t. Sapphire tugs on my hair, somehow deepening our kiss. My vision wavers. She starts grinding on me again, wrapping herself around me. Only her bra covers her tits, the rest of her upper body is bare. Hot against my chest.
Nothing should feel this good. What the fuck is she doing to me?
Sapphire writhes on my lap, faster, almost pulling an orgasm out of me right there. I’m too close. Won’t be able to handle this stimulation much longer.
I slide one hand up her back, clasping her nape. Turning her back on my arm, I nip her lip. “Slow down, baby. We aren’t there yet.” Our lips are less than an inch away from each other’s and I fucking love it. Love her small, needy pants against my mouth.
Her lids rise and she stares into my eyes. “I am.” Fuck, she’s quivering on top of me. Every inch. Already so close? “D—Maxwell, please. It’s too much.” She spreads her legs on my lap. The kind of offering no man can turn down.
I lean my forehead on hers, groaning above her mouth. Something in me feels broken. I grind down on my teeth, hearing my jaw crack. Whatever thrums through my veins right now scares me. It’s too reminiscent of the rush I get before killing.
Can’t hurt her by going wild on her.
I’ve never wanted anything more in my fucking life.
“Maxwell, touch me.”
With a quick movement of my head, I snap my teeth around the side of her neck. My entire back arches with my next growl. For a second I worry that I’ve hurt her.
“Oh God, yes.” She arches into me, rubbing that sweet cunt even faster on my dick.
“You want my cock?” I ask against her skin, moving lower. Biting harder.
A broken sound leaves her.
Holding her by the nape, I lick my way down her neck. Sapphire claws at me when I bit down on her clavicle. Sweet motherfucking Christ, I can’t wait to see how she’s going to react when I really start going at her.
“Easy,” I murmur against her skin, then pull back to place the tips of my fingers where my mouth just was. I trail them down her chest softly, watching as her skin breaks out in goosebumps.
The way she arches toward my hand, offering me her tit, almost makes me lose control. I slide my fingers up the curve of her breast, pushing her bra cup to the side. Her tight, pink nipple is bared, and I have to stop myself from diving for it right there.
Sapphire’s panting with need, her eyes closed tight.
Smiling, I run the tip of my index finger across her nipple.
Her eyes fly open—with a low moan, she leans back on my arm, asking for more.
Fuck. I’m going to come just from teasing her. I spread my knees wider, trying to make room in my jeans for my swollen cock. Watching her face—because damn, I love her reactions—I rub her nipple in soft circles.
“Oh… yes. That’s so good.” Sapphire’s body goes taut, straining against me.
Fuck me. She could come from this alone, if I let her.
I lean down and nuzzle her nipple, staring up at her face. “Open your eyes, baby.” As soon as her eyes are on me, I suck her nipple into my mouth, my hand drifting down her flat stomach.
Her mouth falls open on a silent moan, her hands sliding around to cup the back of my neck.
As if I’m going anywhere. Just tasting her on my tongue fucks with my bodily sensations, sending them spiraling into a dark, pounding abyss I can’t even begin to make sense of.
GROANING AROUND HER TIT, I run my tongue back and forth over her nipple. My fingers reach the waistband of her panties. There’s no pausing, no waiting anymore.
And Sapphire knows it. Whispering my name, she moves her hips against my hand.
I release her nipple long enough to growl up at her, “Watch me,” then I suck her back into my mouth and slide my fingers inside her boyshorts. I’m met with soft, bare flesh, and I grunt with surprise.
Sapphire cries out in shock. “Maxwell.”
In the back of my mind, I know that Magdalena had made herself permanently hairless while alive.
There’s a ninety-five percent chance that Magdalena had been way too comfortable with her sexuality.
There’s a chance she might’ve even been a little freak in bed.
My girl has those memories in her head.
And that’s when the rest of my rationality vanishes. Fury fills my veins. The lust snaps inside me, becoming something unrecognizable. I bite down on her nipple and slide my middle finger inside her.
Fuccck me. Tight, warm. Practically weeping for me.
I shudder as Sapphire clings to me. "You're so soft." I groan, rubbing my cheek into her breast. I don't even care that it's covered in my saliva, I'm just dying for more of her skin on mine.
"God, Maxwell. That's perfect." Sapphire's walls pulse around my finger.
Tightening my grasp on her neck, I lift her head and crash my lips to hers. She whimpers, undulating her tongue along mine.
Then she starts moving her hips in time to her licks. Her pussy clenches, growing wetter.
A snarl breaks out of me. I take back control of our kiss, fucking her mouth with my tongue. The scent of her sex is everywhere, destroying me. Every moan. Every sigh. Every flick of her little tongue and the wet clench of her tight cunt.
My hips buck forward, driven by the hunger deep in my gut. She's shackling me to her against my fucking will.
So I clutch her to me with as much force as I can without hurting her, determined to do to her what she's doing to me.
I pull my finger out slowly, savoring how her pussy contracts, refusing to let me go. I slip my finger out to the tip—
Then I fucking spear her, going as deep and hard as I dare.
"Please." Sapphire's hips move over me.
God, she's so fucking beautiful.
"I'm the only man you'll think of from now on, right baby?" I press my thumb into her clit and slam my finger into her.
"Yes, yes, yes!" She cries.
"I'm the only one you'll want this with."
"Oh God, Maxwell, yes!"
Her clit is so swollen against my thumb. Fucking tempting me to suck on it. I rub my thumb into it, letting her ride my finger. "Tell me this is mine Sapphire." I lick that spot I discovered on her neck, and bite it hard enough to leave a mark. "Tell me this is my pussy."
"Yours," she gasps, her body tensing as her orgasm starts to ripple through her.
I feel everything. Every gush. Every fucking throb.
I'm about to come with her. Motherfucking shit, she has me so close. So ready to blow my freaking load just from fingering her.
My dick is leaking like a fucking faucet, screaming for her.
I can't take it anymore. She's ruined me. My entire sanity hinges on being inside her.
“I want you. Need you.”
“Oh, God. Yes. Take me.”
And that it was all it took for my life to get ripped apart, torn into unrecognizable pieces that didn't make sense and never would.
I throw her back on the bed. On my knees before her, breathing like a damn animal, I raise my hand and suck my finger into my mouth.
My eyes slide closed and another growl vibrates in my throat. Sapphires gasps my name but I’m too lost to look at her.
Jesus, the taste of her. The hot, wet smell of her arousal. Has anyone ever tasted this fucking good?
Unfortunately for me, I know the answer to that. Hell no.
I suck the last of her off my fingers, panting. I would love nothing more than to eat her cunt, hear her scream for me, but it’s going to have to wait.
Sapphire grips the sheets beneath her, chest heaving. I reach for her bra, wrapping my fingers around the front. It’s almost as if she’s helpless not to arch toward me and ask for more.
I pause for a split second to apologize—”Sorry. We’ll get you another after”—then rip the material right down the middle. Her panties come off next. When she moves to remove her striped knee-highs, I grab her wrists to stop her.
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