She sucked in a breath. “That’s…no one…you shouldn’t do that.”
“I shouldn’t do a lot of things,” he said, and as he massaged her labia, he flicked his tongue along her rear entrance.
She squirmed, not to get away, but to press her behind against his mouth. Although he enjoyed the wicked side of sex, he wanted their first time to be special, to show her she was special to him. How could that be possible? Yesterday he’d woken up alone and bitter, yet anxious to find his next victim. Today he wasn’t thinking about his next portrait. For the first time, he was thinking about what the future would be like.
With Ivy.
“Please, Ash.” She reached down and touched herself. “Please kiss me here,” she said, pressing two fingers between her wet folds.
The sight was so damned sexy. As he tongued her bottom, he watched her moist fingers slide in and out of her heat. “Keep doing that,” he said, tracing his tongue from her rear to her sex. “That’s good. Just like that.” He lapped at her fingers, before pushing them away, then he pressed his tongue inside her.
Her head dropped back as she released a groan. He’d wanted her to beg him to do this and more. The way his dick throbbed and his balls ached, teasing her would have to be saved for another time. If she stopped him now, he would be the one forced to do the begging.
When she ran a hand through his hair, he swept his tongue over her clit and focused there. Keeping her legs pinned, he drew her clitoris between his lips and gently sucked.
“Yes,” she whispered, and held his head still. “Don’t stop.”
Without taking his mouth off her, he moved his hands under her and lifted her bottom off the bed. As he sucked and licked, her body went taut. He looked up the length of her, at her hard nipples, the pleasure crossing her flushed face, and tasted her passion. She released a moan and fell back against the pillows. Her body writhing, her legs trembling, he tongued her while she rode out her orgasm. Before she could come down from the sexual high, he moved between her outstretched legs and grabbed his dick at the base, then pressed the tip at her entrance.
When he looked at her face, her eyes were on him. They’d darkened to evergreen and held desire and that something he longed to discover. Whatever it was, it swelled in his chest, and spread a strange warmth throughout his body. Was this love? He hadn’t a clue and wasn’t sure he liked this thing that was happening to him. He was used to control. Without being able to identify these new emotions, how would he know if he could control them?
“Yours,” she said, cupping her breasts and lifting her pelvis to rub her labia along the tip of his erection.
He thrust his hips and buried himself deep within her womb. “Always,” he vowed, then leaned forward and kissed her. Hot, open-mouthed, she kissed him back. Wrapped her legs around his lower back and her arms around his neck. Clung to him as if her life depended on it.
As they kissed, he moved over her, rocking his pelvis, sliding his length into her heat. He’d had plenty of sex—hot sex, kinky sex, boring sex. This…being with Ivy was a different kind of sex. Intimate. Affectionate. Passionate. Erotically romantic. While he’d always seen that his partners were pleasured, he wanted more for Ivy. He wanted her overwhelmed with pure rapture. To crave his body and touch. He wanted her sick and depressed when he wasn’t around, and happy when he was with her. He wanted her to love him so fucking much she would die without him.
Picturing her eyes lifeless and holding those final seconds of fear, he broke the kiss and held himself still. As her vaginal walls clenched around his erection and she lightly scraped her nails over his chest, he stared down at her. At her throat. His stomach twisted with anxiety. Did he want fear in her eyes?
“What are you thinking?” she asked, then gasped when he pushed himself deeper.
He leaned back and massaged her breasts. “How I’m going to keep you.” After he rolled her hard nipples between his fingers, he slid his palm from her breast to her throat. “Forever,” he said, and tightened his grip.
Instead of fear, there was trust in her eyes. They glittered with it, and lust.
Incredibly turned on, he worked his hips like a piston. She reached between their bodies and circled her thumb and index finger around the base of his dick, intensifying his pleasure. He would have the greatest orgasm of his life if he squeezed his hand a little tighter and crushed her windpipe. But then it would be the only one he could ever have with her.
And he would never know her love.
He moved his hand from her tempting throat. Needing skin on skin and her arms around him, he leaned forward until they were chest to breast, lips to lips, then he kissed her. She let go of his dick and held onto him. As if she couldn’t get close enough, her hands were everywhere…his hair, arms, shoulders, back and ass. Her roaming hands, soft sighs and moans, were driving him to the edge.
He wanted to end the pressure building through his entire body yet wanted it to go on forever. Although he was ready and needing to release, she hadn’t come again. “Get there, baby,” he murmured against her lips. “What do you need?”
“Put your hand on my breast and squeeze,” she said between pants, and after he did, she added, “Harder.”
With animalistic possessiveness, he gripped her breast and did as she asked. When he gave her nipple a brutal pinch, she tensed and cried out his name. Her vaginal muscles contracted and hugged his length, just as pure pleasure shot through his body. In those few mind and body-numbing seconds, he glanced down at her and the ecstasy relaxing her face.
Dragging in a deep breath, he filled his lungs and enjoyed the occasional orgasm aftershocks contracting around his dick. “Did I hurt you?” he asked, as he rolled her on top of him.
She used his chest to lean back and straddle him. “Is there a mark on my boob?”
He looked to her right breast. Although he’d just come, seeing his fingerprints on her flesh aroused him almost as much as wrapping his hand around her throat. He nodded. “I’m sorry.” Cradling her in his lap, he held her lower back and sat so her breast was in his face. He kissed one bruise, then the other, before gently swirling his tongue around the nipple he’d abused.
She shuddered and hugged him to her breast.
“Tell me the truth,” he said, shifting his mouth to her left breast. “Did I hurt you?”
“Yes.”
He stilled and looked up at her. “Then why did you ask me to do it?”
“I’m not sure.” She held his face in her hands and rubbed her thumb over his beard. “When you were holding my throat, I sensed a change in you. As if the caveman in you wanted release so he could claim his mate.” She brushed her thumb across his lower lip. “Did you enjoy hurting me?”
“I would never hit you out of anger.”
“That’s not what I asked.”
He’d never struck a woman. Strangulation was his preferred mode of murder. Over the years he had occasionally experimented with a knife. While blood added depth to his portraits, using a knife created too much of a mess for his liking. But Ivy wasn’t asking about how he liked to kill women.
“I like rough sex,” he admitted.
“All the time?”
“Depends on my mood and partner. I had no intention of getting rough with you tonight.” He gently caressed her bruised breast. “Thank you for giving me what I needed.”
“You’re welcome.” She gave him a lingering kiss and began to grind on his erection. “Now give me what I need. No rough stuff this time.”
Since her pleasure was all that mattered, he could deliver that. But as her muscles contracted around his length, he realized there was an issue that needed addressed. “I didn’t wear a condom,” he said, wanting to let her in on one of his secrets. “You don’t have to worry, though. I can’t have kids.”
Her hands still along his jaw, she met his gaze. “Did something happen to you?”
He grinned. “Yeah, a vasectomy. After the way I was raised, there was no way I would risk brin
ging a kid into the world.” He tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “Does this change your mind about me?”
A slow, seductive smile curved her lips. “I had my tubes tied after I quit my teaching job. I also don’t want any kids,” she said, then kissed him. And as she rubbed her body against his, he realized what that something might be and why he’d needed to make her his.
Ivy was just as fucked in the head as him.
Chapter 8
RAIN BEAT AGAINST the window. When thunder clapped and the wind kicked up, Ivy snuggled closer to Ash’s warm naked body. All of her muscles ached, especially her legs from being stretched as if she were a contortionist. The orgasms were worth it. He was worth it.
She still couldn’t get over that he’d chosen to have a vasectomy but was glad he had and didn’t want children. Having her tubes tied had been the reason one of her relationships hadn’t ended well. Since they wouldn’t have to worry about babies, she and Ash could focus on themselves and their life together. Because she worked from home and made her own hours, she could pick up and go whenever she wanted. How nice would it be to see the world with Ash?
“It’ll all be good and well until he leaves,” Grandma said.
Go away, old woman. This one won’t leave me. I feel it in my gut.
“Oh? Did your little belly butterflies tell you this? Stupid girl.” Grandma tsked. “Those damned things are the reason why men leave. So, do yourself a favor and swallow bug killer and get rid of those things. Then maybe you can start thinking with your head.”
God, you’re annoying and rude. Ash is a good man. You’ll see.
“No, in a few weeks I’m gonna see you crying and moping around because he dumped you.”
Not going to happen. I’m going to marry this man.
Grandma laughed. “It’ll be a sham of a marriage. He’ll cheat on you. Mark my word, he’ll get sick of banging one pussy and look for another, then another. And if you won’t go away, he’ll make you gone. I’m tellin’ you, Ivy, he’s dangerous. Look what he’s done to your skin.”
You’re being terribly vile this morning. Go away. I don’t need it. Why can’t you be happy for me?
“Oh, honey, it’s not that I don’t want you to be happy. I worry about you, is all. What if he finds out your secrets?”
He won’t. I…I’ve already told him the one about Daddy and Grandpa.
Grandma gasped. “Everything?”
No! I’m not as stupid as you think. And I’ll be careful. Just relax about it. Ash and I were meant to be together. Nothing bad is going to happen.
Ash’s large, warm hand cupped her rear. She rolled over to face him, then gave him a kiss. “Morning,” she said, her girl parts waking up under his heated gaze.
“Morning. How’d you sleep?”
“Wonderful. You?”
“Great. The best part of sleeping with you is waking up with you in my arms.”
“Oh, Christ, tell me you’re not falling for this sappy shit.”
Shut it, Grandma.
“I agree,” she said, ignoring Grandma’s protests. “I think I woke up a few times during the night just to make sure you were still here.”
He smiled, then kissed her. “It’s miserable outside. We don’t have a TV and the Wi-Fi is spotty. What would you like to do today? We could head downstairs for breakfast, then explore the manor’s haunted rooms.”
“Or we could order room service and stay in bed all day.”
“I knew you were perfect for me,” he said, kissing her again. “I want to photograph you.”
She hated having her picture taken or seeing herself on video. “I’d have to do my hair and put on makeup. And I’m too lazy to do either right now,” she said, snuggling close to him.
“You’re beautiful just like this.” After he shifted his body on top of hers, his hard length pressed against her stomach. “This is how I want to photograph you. When you’re lazy and sleepy.”
“And well loved?” she asked, spreading her legs.
Desire darkened his eyes as he repositioned himself. “Yes,” he said, the head of his penis kissing her sex. “Well loved.”
Pleasure pushed through her when he thrust. “I want to wake up like this every morning.”
“Same.” His warm breath puffed against her cheek. “I can’t get enough of you.”
She arched her back and ran her hands along his. “Don’t stop,” she said, and gripped his rear. Her orgasm came on quick. Although not as intense as the ones he’d given her last night, it was equally satisfying. The intimacy, his gentle touch. Being with Ash was more than she’d ever hoped for or expected. When she’d bid on him, she’d been sure they had a connection. That destiny had brought them together. But, as Grandma liked to remind her, she’d thought the same about past relationships.
Ash was different, though. Everything he said and did was intentional, honest. He’d admitted to never being loved, to never being in love, and she was certain she could love this man beyond death, that they were soulmates and would spend eternity together.
As his body tensed, he murmured her name, then kissed her. After he rolled off her, they both laughed when his stomach growled. “I think that’s our cue to order room service,” she said, scooting off the bed to search for a menu.
He went into the bathroom and started the shower. “Find it?” he asked.
“Yes.” She closed the nightstand drawer and read off the breakfast items. Once they’d both decided, she placed the order, then headed into the bathroom. When she sat on the toilet to take care of morning business, he slid open the shower curtain. “Sorry, I had to pee and couldn’t wait. Does this bother you?” she asked, then joined him in the shower.
“Strangely, no.” He closed the curtain. “I’m so comfortable around you. It’s weird to feel familiar with someone I met two days ago.”
“It is, and I kept questioning myself about it yesterday.”
“And today?”
“Today, I’ve decided to go with it.”
He grinned as he rinsed her hair. “It doesn’t really matter what you’ve decided today. You made your choice last night and can’t undo it.”
“He ain’t joking. Something’s not right with him. Listen to me, honey. He’s trying to control you.”
Ignoring Grandma, she closed her eyes as Ash used his strong fingers to lather her hair. “Why would I want to undo anything when you’re massaging my scalp. Mm, that feels so good.”
He ran his soapy hands over her breasts. “And this?”
“Even better,” she said, though her right breast was still a little tender. If she wasn’t careful, she could end up with small bruises all over her body.
“See what I mean?” Grandma asked. “That’s not normal. Normal people don’t get their rocks off by hurting their lover.”
I don’t think he ‘got off’ because he hurt me.
“Oh? Are you sure about that? You saw the look in his eyes when he had his hand around your throat. There was darkness there.”
No, he said he likes to have rough sex now and then.
“Hrmph.”
God, just shut up, Grandma, I’m trying to fool around with Ash and it’s kind of hard when I have a wrinkly old woman in my ear.
“Did you fall asleep?” Ash moved his slippery hands between her thighs. “Or am I boring you?”
“I was enjoying the moment,” she said, then gasped when he slid his fingers over her clit.
“How long before our food arrives?”
“Twenty minutes.”
His soapy finger teased her bottom entrance. “That’s not enough time for what I want to do to you.”
“Good God, girl! He is depraved. He’s one of those perverted sadist types I once read about in the paper. Get away from him!”
“And what do you want to do to me?” she asked, nervousness working through her stomach. What if Grandma was right? She loved sex, and loved it with Ash, even when he was rough. But she wasn’t sure she could get into anal
sex, bondage or whips and chains.
While his finger continued to tease her in a divine and naughty way, his other hand slid to her throat. “I’d rather it be a surprise,” he said, then kissed her shoulder. “I’ll show you later, when I’m photographing you.”
“Don’t you do it! He’s gonna want to take nudie pictures of you. Don’t disgrace yourself for this pervert. What if those pictures get out and people see them? Oh, oh, I swear you’re gonna give me a heart attack.”
You’re already dead, so stop with the drama, she told Grandma, then said to Ash, “I’m looking forward to later.
Later arrived in the afternoon. After their shower, they’d had breakfast, then had fallen asleep for a couple hours. When they’d woken, they’d spent time talking and kissing, then eventually had made love. Much to Grandma’s chagrin, Ash hadn’t brought out his camera—the lighting wasn’t right for what he wanted to photograph—and he’d left the kink out of their sex. No rough stuff, just satisfying loving.
“At least he left your fanny intact.”
Jesus, Grandma, let it go. My sex life isn’t any of your business.
“Your grandpa wouldn’t have thought of touching me in such a filthy way.”
Now that I know what a prude you are, you probably only had sex one time and that was to get pregnant with Mom.
Grandma laughed. “You’d be surprised by the fun your grandpa and I used to have.” She let out a wistful sigh. “And then he wasn’t fun anymore. But that’s all in the past. Where’d your pervert go?”
He went to the gift shop for a deck of cards.
“How cute,” Grandma said with sarcasm. “Your demented boyfriend is going to try to pretend he’s a normal guy. And my dummy of a granddaughter is falling for it.”
I’ve had enough of you, old woman. You do this to me every time I start dating someone, and I’m sick of it. When I’m sitting alone on my birthday or Christmas, I don’t hear a peep from you. But put a man in front of me, and here comes the nosy old lady offering up unsolicited advice. No more! Why can’t you go away?
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