Page 251 of Fatality

My forehead drops to her sweat-slicked shoulder as she collapse forward.

My grip on her throat ease before I slide my hand to the back of her head, tangling my fingers in her long straight black hair.

I need to catch my breath.

For a long moment, there is only the sound of our harsh, panting breaths.

The air in the car is thick, heavy with the scent of sex and sweat. The windows are completely fogged up.

Slowly, using my grip in her hair, I pull her back enough to look at her, my movement sluggish with spent energy.

Her eyes are glazed, her body completely limp and trembling on my lap, marked and filled by me.

By me.

A deep, primal and possessive satisfaction settles in my bones.

“Not so cocky now, huh?” I tease her.

“Sh-Shut your mouth,” she whispers.

I chuckle.

She still has a mouth on her, even if she's barely able to move on her own.

That's crazy.

With a final pat on her hip, I help her shift off me and back into the passenger seat.

I tuck myself away and zip up, my movements practical, already moving on.

I reach over, my hands rough but not unkind, not violent, and push her hair back from her damp forehead.

“Clean yourself up.” I pause. “Or do you want me to do it? I don't mind tasting myself between your legs.”

I wink.

I don’t wait for an answer, I get out, close the door and walk to her side, open the door, slide my hand under her knees and her back and lift her out of the car.

I turn and shut the door behind me with my foot and walk to the elevator.

“Don’t worry, I won’t wreck you again.” I look down at her “Unless you’re asking for it.”

Steam curled lazily around the room, softening the sharp edges of the silence between us.

My troublemaker sits between my legs, her back against my chest, quieter than I've ever seen her.

There's no fight left in her voice. No sharp remark waiting on the tip of her tongue.

Just the steady rise and fall of her breathing.

I reach for the bottle of shampoo on the ledge and work a small amount between my palms.

“Tilt your head back.” I order.

She does.

That shouldn't please me as much as it does but her obeying without opening her mouth or hitting me feels nice.