Did she suspect all along that she wouldn't make it out of this alive?
She wanted an answer.
I didn't have a good one.
The pad of my thumb ran over her lips, thrilling me with how plump they were. “Nothing lasts. That's reality.”
A tremor went through her body. The depths of her ebony eyes told me she disagreed. In a split second, she said so much with her simple look that I came close to begging her to let me inside her brain.
I wanted to understand the puzzle that was her.
Marina didn't give me a chance. Closing the distance, she kissed me so hard it took us to the floor. Beneath us, brass shells rolled and clinked.
In spite of my fog, my own words were digging in painfully. Nothing lasts forever. Did I really believe that? What a bullshit answer.
Soon, I forgot what the question had even been.
Marina wriggled beneath me, fighting to get her hands under my shirt. I understood the sentiment, my fingers hooking under the hem of her blouse. Ripping it upwards, I watched how it clung and squeezed her tits together until they overflowed in her bra.
Two fingers crept to her spine, popping the strap. “Fuck,” I breathed out. In the dim lights, her nipples were a dusty, canyon rock red. The swell of her chest called to me, muffling any compliment I had ready on my tongue.
That tongue was too busy licking the tips of her impossibly flawless breasts.
I'd spent a lot of time imagining the ways Marina would scream. There were two possibilities.
The first kind was a high pitched, distraught squeal as she realized I was going to be the last thing she'd see before her heart stopped. That scream would set Jacob and me free.
The other kind, the low rumble of her passion, I didn't have to imagine.
So far, I preferred this version.
“Kite, wait,” she hissed at me.
“No. I've wanted to fuck you for way too long.” I pushed my hand into her back, arched her against me so I could swaddle my face in her creamy tits.
Her nails cut through my shirt, still trying to get under it. “What? You only met me yesterday,” she argued weakly.
“I know. Too fucking long.”
I slid lower, tasting her stomach, the indent of her belly button that I could lose myself in. But there were better things waiting for me. Sweeter treats on the map of Marina Fidel.
Her jean button clicked in my teeth. Glancing up the landscape of her wide hips and bury-your-hands-here-waist, I saw her watching me.
Little Miss Composed and Confident, now she had a fist in her mouth to quiet her moans.
You might say I was moving too fast. I wasn't joking when I'd told her I had waited too long. My life was a whirlwind of have it now or lose it forever. Patience was fine when you were staking out how to pierce the soft spot between a man's eyes with a bullet.
If you wanted your way with a woman, here, in New York City?
Move fast, or forget your claim.
I'd claimed Marina.
I'm not the only one who wants to claim her, I thought distantly. But that wasn't something I could address at the moment. Whatever Jacob wanted out of this—from her or for her—it had to wait.
For now, I had her to myself.
And that let me be greedy.
Earlier, the thought of touching her had made me feel guilty. With her thighs around my face, fuck it all; I forgot how the word 'guilty' was spelled.
Ripping her jeans down her soft legs, I hooked her heels over my shoulders. Her pants were bunched around her shoes, trapping her satin-clad * inches from my smile. She couldn't get away, and neither could I. Why would I want to?
Pressing my nose into the damp crease of her cunt, I inhaled until my head swam. Marina's scent was an ocean that cradled me and tempted me to swallow mouthfuls of her. I was still losing myself, but this way was... better.
Warmer.
Ripping her panties to the side, I spread the plump lips of her * and just looked at her. Marina was panting, eyes glassy and frozen on my every movement.
Closing my eyes, I breathed in until my ribs creaked. Staring up at her under half-closed lids, I nuzzled her wetness and growled. “You're dangerous, sweetie.”
Her pitch-black irises twinkled. “I thought you said I wasn't.”
Chuckling, I enjoyed how she quivered when my breath tickled her clit. It was winking at me, calling my name. I was a monster, but I wasn't rude. “Maybe I was wrong. Maybe you'll kill me right here. It'd be a glorious way to go, that's for sure.”
I heard her hiss through her clenched teeth. Then my lips came down, kissing the swollen pink nub between her thighs. Every muscle in her body went taut, her legs a vice on my skull and begging me to keep going.
Parting her with my fingertips, I lapped at her slick juices. In my pants, my dick was telling me to let it free. I would have listened, but I was drunk on Marina's flavor.