In Love With A Serial Killer 2

Chapter Ten- Like Old Times

It had been years since I last felt her skin against mine and to know she wanted me in this moment was enough to put all reason to the side. I didn't think of Trina or the murders, I didn't even think of the lives that ended from her hand. I thought of taking her as she wanted...but I had to taste her kiss. I had to taste her.

I began with a slow and passionate kiss, taking in every single second I could in this moment. Considering how inexperienced we had been when we were together, unsure exactly how to touch each other or react-this seemed foreign-yet desirable. I pressed my lips to hers, sliding my touch to her neck to hold her in place. My touch then slid to the back of her neck, taking a small handful of her hair and pulling to bring her neck to view. I kissed her neck, feeling goosebumps grow upon her arm upon my motion as I could feel her fingers anxious to undress me.

"I need you." She spoke as I smirked, before bringing my shirt over my torso. "I'm yours." I confessed, knowing in this moment I was. She pulled me in deeper into her before I felt her go for my belt. Wanting her to know how much I missed her and wanted to please her, I stopped her. I was careful when moving my touch to her face, grasping enough to show dominance without hurting her.

"I want to hear you moan for me..." I spoke before lifting her onto the nearby desk and kissing down her chest until making it to her jeans. I smirked at the fact she wasn't graceful in this sense, content with wearing a plain tshirt and jeans.

I saw her begin to tremble, unfamiliar with being touched which allowed me to feel as though she had waited for me...held out for me. The thought of another person touching her...it was enough to make me livid. But now, with her, I had her to myself and I was making it to where she would know I claimed her.

Pulling her jeans from her legs, I paused for a moment to observe her. She was perfect...soft...mine. the thought nearly drove me mad with ecstacy. She was already so aroused, so damp-and I was desperate to apologize with my mouth without using words.

I began kissing up her thighs, admiring her creamy flesh before placing myself between her legs. Feeling her twitch and react beneath me was an aphrodisiac in its own. I quickened my tongue, testing what areas made her feel the most before her fingers gripped within my hair. The need to release her moans had been enough to lead her to claw into my scalp, but the pain acted a pleasure as I knew how much she wanted me.

Feeling her this way, being able to be the one to allow her to come undone from this moment, I felt like a God. But I would gladly bow down to her and all she would have to do is ask.

"I need you inside of me..." she spoke between desperate breaths before pulling me into her. Now, I didn't care of being easy or a gentleman...I could have her..and I stole the opportunity to do so by having allowed her to tear my belt from my waist and expose myself to her. She seemed eager for me and so I took one a hand upon myself to enter her as the other then wrapped around her to pull her into me. I could feel her desire, her passion-and knew without having to even look at her that she basked in it as much as I had.

Her back fell flat upon the surface of the table as I had watched her grip onto the edges of the table, moving along with me as I set myself within her limits. I had missed how she felt, only now...it was more intense somehow. There hadn't been words that led up to this moment...it was comprised of pure lust. A lust that I could eat , sleep, and breathe if it came to it. And I wanted that with her.

We came undone simultaneously while I delivered my final motions, holding her against me before hearing her speak to me that she loved me. I feared that perhaps this had faded, or had completely gone away. But as she spoke those words to me, I returned them with a passionate kiss, feeling us as if we were teenagers again. Ignoring the blistering world waiting to set us ablaze once we were apart. We were careful, not caring of the repercussions as we found each other again. And we would never let go.