“Never mind.” I say, peering at her in confusion,
She should be running from me, screaming, and shouting to the world that I’m a serial killer. That she needs help, and I need to be locked away forever. Not getting red in the cheeks from more than just the heat of the blaze, and definitely not stepping closer to me with her eyes alight with something I have no clue about.
“What did she do?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean you kill in self-defense or the defense of others, what did she do?”
Her voice is low and gravely, and for fuck’s sakehemight be right. She’s turned on the by the fire, by what I’ve done. Could this be why she hasn’t turned me in for what we did together? Is this the reason why she allowed me to put a flame to her skin while I was between her legs? Oh fuck yes, please tell me it is. No, I don’t want it to be. Do I?
“Phoenix?” I ask as she comes to me, her hand grabbing the front of my leather jacket, her fist closing around it, pulling my face to hers, making me look at her right in those cat-like eyes that almost seem unreal.
“Zeph?” She mimics me, licking her lips, staring at them like she needs them.
“Oh fuck.” I moan, grabbing the back of her head and slamming my lips to hers so hard our teeth clack together.
“I know.” She breathes into my mouth, sweeping her tongue across mine.
“Don’t say it. Not now.” I murmur, afraid of what she’s going to tell me. But I already know. I can feel it in my bones.
She knows it was me when we first met, and I chased her down the street. She’s not stupid. I may be, but not her. She’s been playing me just like I’ve been playing her, and that makes her less of an angel in my eyes, and that I don’t want. Or do I?
“Okay. Kiss me harder.”
I wouldn’t be able to stop myself even if I wanted to. The feel of her tongue against mine and her body leaned into me as the fire blazes behind her is too much. The heat of the burning corpse is nothing compared to the inferno coming off her and her touch.
I want to slam her up against the side of the dumpster, take her, make her mine all over again, but the metal will be too hot and although I want to burn her, I don’t want to scar her. I want her flesh whole and untainted by my evils, even if the thought of her heart burning for me is too much to resist.
Well look at this. My, my, my. A little pyro herself.
“Mmmpphfffhh.” Is all I can get out to him as she devours my mouth like she’s starving for me.
I get it, I’ve been wanting her since I fled her apartment, afraid that what I am, and what I’ve been becoming would hurt her. But now I know I can’t hurt the one who wants to be, unless I don’t give her what she wants.
With a grunt I wrap my arms around her, sweeping them under her ass and lift her up, coiling her legs around my waist. Her hands come to my face, her fingers tracing my cheeks as I turn us around and slam her back to the glass and steel wall of the building, hearing her back squeak against it as I adjust her on my hips.
I’m fumbling with my leather pants, popping them open as she’s lifting her shirt, giving my mouth access to those perky tits that I adore. My mouth latches on one as my pants finally open and my cock springs free like a coiled snake. It needs her, I need her, and she needs it too.
Chapter
Twenty-One
“Fuck Zeph.” She moans, thrusting her tits out, shoving her nipple further into my mouth. “Suck it.”
She’s an animal, her hands grabbing everywhere, her hips already gyrating against me, begging me to be inside of her. It’s hot, sexy, and if I give her what she wants, it’ll be violent. Oh so fucking violent.
“You want me to break you next to a dead body? Is that what you want, baby? To split that little cunt open while the bitch burns?”
“I told you I know. I’m still here. Do it.” She pants, grabbing my hair and pulling it hard, wrapping it around her fingers tightly, making me growl in utter fucking lust for her.
I can’t get into her fast enough, lifting her up, making her back slide against the wall, and dropping her down on my hard cock. She screams out loudly, her hands pulling harder, her legs squeezing my hips as I impale her on me, filling her completely.
“God, this pussy was made for me wasn’t it?” I grunt, bouncing her up and down, my hands on her ass, squeezing it, and guiding her on me.
“Just for you.”
Like every other time we’ve been together, when my dick is buried in her,heis quiet. The voice is silent, and the only things I hear are the sexy as sin sounds she makes and my own heart hammering in my ears. She purrs and moans as I drive into her, opening her up. It’s all encompassing, the noises that come from her, and they drive me on to go harder and faster.
