That was horrific and disgusting… and hot as hell.
Score turned in a slow arc to pin her under his stare. He immobilized her there, draped on the wall, clinging to the wood beneath her ass, one breast exposed, panting for more.
“I want to go to bed, Phoenix,” she purred. “Please take me to bed.”
For a second or two, he did nothing. When he did move, he came to stand in front of her. Much to her torment, he didn’t touch her or speak.
Shyla pushed herself up onto her knees so she had a more solid base and height enough to tangle her arms around his neck. Using him as her anchor, she pulled herself to him for another kiss, a softer and shorter kiss than the last.
“Will you be mine too?” she asked, her mouth resting on his. “All mine. Only mine?”
“I’ve been with other women, Shy,” he muttered almost under his breath.
“I know that,” she said, kissing him again then letting her arms straighten so she could slide back but leave them on his shoulders. “But from here. Will you?”
He nodded once. “We’ll make this work. I don’t have a goddamn clue how I’ll do it yet. But if it’s what you want.”
“I want all of you,” she said, preparing to slide forward for another kiss.
Before her mouth reached his, he hooked a solid arm around her. Locking it beneath her ribs, he slid her off the table and carried her away from her perch. Shyla coiled her legs around him, but was disappointed that they bypassed his bedroom.
“If I take you to my bed, I’ll never let you leave,” he said, as if sensing her reaction.
Opening her bedroom door, he took her inside and laid her on the bed. Excitement fizzed within when he kneeled between her legs and grabbed the edges of her dress at her shoulders to drag the already torn material from her body.
He cast it aside and bent over to loosen the strings of her bikini at the back of her neck. His large hand splayed the full span of her back when he scooped her upper body up like she weighed no more than a feather. He untied the back of her top to free her from the fabric.
With only her briefs left on, Shyla was laid out beneath him topless, exposed, vulnerable. The allure of it made her wriggle. Watching how he absorbed his new view of her was a turn on too.
When he bowed over her again, she anticipated a kiss. Instead, he looped the bikini top around her wrists. Shyla was still trying to figure out what he was doing when he extended her arms over her head and pulled the strings hard, tightening them around her wrists.
Her hands were locked in place, tied to one of the padded bars of her headboard. “Phoenix…”.
One of his hands moved to her neck as a feral smile curled his lips. Her struggle seemed to please him. Running his hand through her cleavage and down her stomach, he slid it to her hip to loosen the strings on one side then the other. For a second, he left the fabric in place.
Anticipating what he was going to do to her, she stopped struggling. Her desire was immense. Their eyes met and he read it in her, she could tell he did. Still he said nothing, did nothing, he just appreciated the picture of her.
“I want it,” she said, considering that maybe he was having second thoughts or needed her to be explicit.
“I know you do, baby. That’s why your hands are tied. You’re not allowed to touch.”
Which was infuriating and frustrating, but also intriguing and arousing. Shyla was completely at his mercy.
“I’ve done nothing in my life to deserve you,” Score said.
Shyla didn’t agree. He’d served time in prison after being betrayed by those closest to him. No one deserved to face the horrors he’d endured, and death row couldn’t have been a picnic. If she could offer him any solace, even for a while, she would.
Arguing wouldn’t change his opinion, so she went a different route. “I care about today. I care about tomorrow and the next day and the future we can have. I don’t care what you were. I care about what comes next, not the past.”
Touching her cleavage again, he drew a fingertip down the center of her torso. This time when he reached the fabric of her bikini briefs, he whipped them away from her body.
Before she got to exhale her inhale of aroused surprise, he ducked down. Scooping her legs over his shoulders, Score’s head disappeared between her thighs. Details became hazy as he spoiled her clit, flickering it with his tongue and sucking it between his lips to tickle and torment it.
The pleasure was overwhelming and not at all like the times she used her fingers on herself. The sensation of his breath on her flesh as he licked and teased her triggered her body to writhe and her moans of ecstasy grow.
If sex was anything like what he was doing with his mouth, kissing and pleasuring her most intimate crevice, then she’d been missing a hell of a ride.
His arms curled all the way around her thighs, pulling them further apart and giving himself more space to work. He slipped his fingers between her folds, learning her contours and creases and worshipping each one.
“Phoenix,” she whimpered when his tongue circled her opening, but he didn’t push it into her or even use his fingers inside her.
Running his tongue through her juices, he lapped her up and hummed his own enjoyment through her clit. His skill sent skitters of vibrations to the well of pressure inflating inside of her. With his next flicker the balloon
