Bloodshed (Order of the Unseen, #1)(24)

“I want you,” I admit, pleading with my eyes for him to act on it. “Right now.”

Ghost leans into me, pressing my back to the wall. “So eager,” he says, as I wait impatiently for him to finally remove his mask. He drapes the belt of his costume over his shoulders and slips off his black, leather gloves.

And those hands.

They’re huge, thick, and veiny. It’s uncanny how wide his palm is and how long his fingers are. He’s not a boy. He’s a man, in every sense of the word.

A God.

The devil, maybe.

My imagination wanders…

He tosses his gloves to the floor, and retrieves the belt, holding it out before me at eye level. “Close your eyes,” he orders.

I obey, feeling the soft fabric as it rests over my eyelids, cutting out the dim light.

He slips his hand between my thighs, massaging my clit over the thin fabric, making me squirm. “Such a good girl.”





CHAPTER TEN





DAMIEN





Tonight, my obsession with Quinn has finally peaked.

I need to have her.

Her sexy little legs quiver as I kneel down, tearing open the fishnet tights at her crotch. I undo the bottom of her bodysuit, revealing her damp thighs and glistening, pink pussy. My dick grows uncomfortably in my pants as she bites her lip, letting out a desperate little whimper.

“Please,” she pleads.

She’s so fucking sexy. I can’t take it.

Ripping off my mask, I nudge at her legs, spreading them apart.

“That’s right,” I bite out. “Fucking beg.”

“Please,” she purrs.

“Yes,” I groan, pushing my fingers through her sensitive flesh, lightly tracing over her clit. She squirms against my touch, eagerly. “Such a needy little slut, aren’t you?”

Her body jolts, as if a current of electricity shoots through her. She writhes against the wall and reaches down for me, running her fingers through my tousled, black hair.

“Pleasepleaseplease,” she whines, spreading herself open for me.

I whine back, mocking her.

“Please, I’m begging you,” she pants, bucking her hips forward, desperate for contact.

“Fuck,” I sharply groan, rubbing her sensitive little clit in slow, precise circles. She cries out in sheer satisfaction, dripping for me. “You’re so fucking wet.”

I dip the tip of my finger inside her, teasingly, before pushing inside. Her pretty little cunt is so snug around me, gripping me tight… All these years, I’ve been dying to know every explicit detail.

How she feels.

How she tastes.

How she sounds.

Glancing up at her face, my cock hardens even more. Her mouth pops open as I finger-fuck her. Thrust after thrust, I add in more, one at a time. I stretch her open, seeing just how well she can take it.

Curling my now slippery fingers, I stroke her walls, searching for the spot that makes her come undone.

“Such a tight, little cunt,” I breathe, my teeth clenched tight.

“Ghost,” she impatiently moans.

Ghost.

From my costume tonight and after watching her for the past five years, it’s only fitting.

Maybe her subconscious is trying to warn her.

Unable to go another second without tasting her, I lift her into my arms and plop her down onto the bed. With a vice grip on her ankles, I yank her to the edge of the mattress and spread her legs wider. She breathes hard and fast once I press my lips against her inner thigh, and I finally inhale the sweet, delicious scent of her arousal.

Is this what a spiritual awakening feels like?

Every cell in my body springs into action.

Oh, fuck. I’m sure she tastes better than any meal I’ve ever had. It’s time to indulge.

Without wasting another second, I bury my face between her legs.

And hell… I was right.

Little Quinn is intoxicating.

Flicking my tongue over her clit, I find just the right rhythm that brings her to life. She squirms against my mouth as I take her perky tits in my hands. Quinn grabs hold of my wrists, holding me right where she wants me.

Yes, baby.

While I’m eating your pussy, I’m yours to control, princess.

Whatever you want from me…

It’s yours.

In one, swift motion, I yank down her top, twirling her puckered nipples between my fingers.

“Oh my God,” she moans, thrashing against my face as I dip my tongue into her delicious little hole. “Yes.”

My hands move on their own accord, feeling every curve of her delectable body. I place my palm on her knee, and spread her open, sinking two fingers inside her at the same time. I completely devour her. She’s my favorite dessert. Her cries of pleasure encourage me to work harder, thrusting my fingers deeper as her clit swells beneath my tongue.

Wetness pools out of her, soaking the bed beneath her ass. She bucks her hips, needing more, chasing that high that she so desperately seeks. Slipping my arms beneath her legs, I reach up for her wrists and pin her to the mattress.

You’ll find no escape here, little Quinn.

She claims her orgasm right away, and fists the sheets, her hands trembling. Her back bows as she grinds her pussy against my mouth.

At this point, my cock is so hard, it’s almost painful.