Confessions of a Wanton

25 Silver

🎶 The Drug in Me is You (Remastered)🎶
🎶Falling in Reverse🎶

Damien:

'Shit. It's not working.'

Char is looking up at me, blood smeared on her lips and I can't establish that connection we need. I can feel she marked me, I can feel it as my load begins to stain the inside of my pants.

What's stopping her from accessing her memory? What did that fuck do....?

I lick my blood off her lips. Slowly, tantalizing. Teasing. Until she lets me in with a gasp. I kiss her hungrily. Eager to feel her tongue war with mine. And fuck does she wage it.

The taste of her lips is electrifying. I can't get enough. The heat of her mouth an echo of how hot she is down below. The way her lips part more when she moans, the scrunch of her brows, the way she's clutching my shirt pulling me closer has me harder than I think I've ever been in my life, even though she had just brought me with her mark, I'm ready to go again. This woman has me harder than all the times we've fucked before, all those times she doesn't even remotely fucking remember.

We're going to start from scratch then.

I pull away, she's looking dazed. And cold. Her nipples are tiny peaks just asking to be pinched. I chuckle. Pulling off my shirt in one fluid motion as I lay back down next to her, covering her back with it to keep the other side of her warm. It doesn't stay up long.

Her eyes are glazing over even more, if that's even fucking possible. She's looking at my body, like I'm the most delicious treat she's ever seen, and all she wants is a taste. She can have a taste. The tug of her lip between her teeth almost makes me groan out loud. Almost.

Fuck that. She can have it all.

Taking her hands in mine I help her touch me. Placing her hands on my chest before letting go. It's all the invitation she needs to start roaming her hands over my tensely spun body. And her mouth. That hot pink tongue is flicking out daintily scorching me with every timid flick.

She's been wild with me before. Inhibition goes out the door. She's fully in the moment, no moral order, no thought of consequence. No holds barred.

She's got a warriors body, fucking toned to the nines. Softest fucking skin I've ever had the pleasure to feel. Her hair smells like a mix of vanilla and coconut. How the hell thats possible I don't even know, fucking female shampoo or voodoo I don't fucking care. But the way her hands are trailing over my abs and the way her mouth is roaming over every inch of me makes it damn hard to think. She's fucking tentative in her touch. Light. Nervous?

I let out the groan I'd been repressing when she flicks her tongue along my pants line. I remember just how skilled that hot little mouth of hers is. It's got me close to coming again.

Nope. Not fucking nervous. Just taking her sweet ass time jerking me around.

This fucking woman has got me hooked like no other has before.

Focus.

I use my hands to gently slide her body up, her neck lined up to my mouth, before letting them lazily roam over her body. She's not protesting, her leg wrapped around my waist, her hands sinking into my hair, clutching, holding me back. Trying to anyways. I'm placing kisses and small love bites all over her neck, and from the sounds she's making she's fucking loving it.

I'm going to claim her as mine.

Again.

My canines lengthen in anticipation. I'm going to suck the frigging poison my stupid still breathing half brother pumped into her- out. Even if I end up swallowing the fucking stuff in the process. My body should be able to handle it. I hope. If I don't go fucking nut-so like him.