Syn Carnahan thought that the only true darkness around her was in her own head, but after witnessing the horrific murder of her friend, she is pulled into a world that she wished she didn't belong in. A world where every dirty little secret is rev...
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The buzz of the airplanes engine paled from my ears as she laughed with a laugh that mimicked sweet honey, as she jumped into the bed and turned to face me.
On the bed with the white sheets beneath her, syn sat up on her knees,her skin creamy rich and smooth like satin and I wanted to drag my teeth along her many curves,and that little pink silk number I'd picked out for her filled me with exactly the type of regret and bleeding lust I knew it would when I'd hand picked it out for her, and arranged for it to be left on this mattress for our arrival.
But she had a new found liking for silk. Silk dresses, silk sleepware, silk thongs. And I couldn't resist the chance to feel that lightness in my chest that I get when her eyes light-up with satisfaction and amusement akin to a child on Christmas. The raw and unmasked happiness that would envelop her strikingly beautiful features when I presented her with even the simplest of items.
"Are you sure you won't tell me where we are going?"She began, her voice a symphony to my ears, it's sound echoing around these bedroom walls and sent a relaxing wave through me that settled any of my residual tension.
I shook my head, as I pulled off my suit jacked and undo my cuffs, striping my undershirt away and pulling it over my head, her eyes on my bare chest shamelessly.
I watched her gaze trace every muscle and line of my chest and stomach with a pulling gaze, and it felt reassuring to know she was as enamoured with me as I was with her.
So easily, the world faded away when I was with Syn. Too easily I get lost in her eyes and her body and the way her voice sounds and how her laughter makes me feel drugged.
I'm a crazed man. And right now my heart pounded within my chest. Hunger pulled at me. But I didn't crave food, or the warming sting of liquor, no. I wanted her.
She challenged me, sitting there like that before me, with her eyes looking at me like that when there is nothing but empty skies and two pilots for miles around us.
I breathed in, suddenly aware of how my cock pressed agonizingly against my zipper, and the sight of her there threatened to undo me.
"I believe we made a deal flower." I said, as I walked to the bed and towards her, stopping at the edge and slipping my hands to my belt and pulling it off.
"Come." I said, "Crawl to me." I whispered. my stern command one that made her eye me, but follow with interest and the same charged desire that I felt flowing through me.
She placed her hands before her on the mattress as crawled on her hands and knees to the end f the bed towards me, stepping and soothing up again at face me, inches apart.
