God of Malice (Legacy of Gods #1)(81)

Her stomach and tits are still rising and falling in an irregular rhythm as she swallows. “You…didn’t.”

“What? Commit homicide? Not yet, but my brother thinks it’s a matter of when, not if.”

“I mean this.” She tries to push back, but my hold on her thighs keeps her pinned in place. “Did you just go down on me while I was asleep?”

A grin lifts my lips. “You couldn’t have been that asleep if you came all over my tongue. Also, I told you that your foul, pretty mouth turns me on, so unless you’re in the mood for round twenty, you should restrain it for a bit.”

A crimson hue covers her cheeks and she turns her head to the side, her fingers digging into the sheets. Then, because she likes provoking me for sport, she tries to pull her leg from my hold again.

“Don’t do that.” I pinch her clit and she gasps, the sound affecting me more than should be allowed. “If you attempt to withdraw from me again, it’ll only piss me off.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. Should I rejoice at being touched by you? Throw a party or something?”

“Watch it.” My jaw tightens.

“Or what? You’ll fuck me?” She huffs. “You already got the virginity kink out of your system.”

“That’s only the beginning, not the end, baby.” I let her legs fall to the mattress and crawl over her body until my chest covers hers. Then realizing I’m probably crushing her, I flip us so that my back meets the mattress and she’s on top of me.

To make sure she doesn’t try any funny business, I trap her legs between mine and I let my fingers get lost in her hair, messing it up a little.

Messing her up a little.

Sometimes, she’s so perfect it pisses me the fuck off.

Because while Gareth’s words mean shit to me, he’s right about the shell part. She has a core. I don’t.

The fact that our differences will always be a wall between us fills me with more rage.

She leans on her hands that are on my chest and lifts her head to stare down at me with a furrowed brow. “The beginning, not the end? What is that supposed to mean?”

“Beats me,” I say absentmindedly, watching the path my fingers make through her brown-blonde hair and down her throat. My senses are currently obsessed with the booming pulse point that nearly pops out of her greenish vein.

I wonder how it looks on the inside, in the middle of all the blood. What else could I find?

But that would mean I’d have to open her up for it, like all those postmortem patients, and the idea sends a queasy feeling to my stomach.

If I do see inside her, I’ll lose her voice, her warmth, her temper, and even her irritating fight. Everything.

I don’t want her dead.

Fuck.

I actually don’t want her dead and I’m ready to fight my demons so they’ll abandon the urge to see inside her.

“You wanted my virginity and you got it. What else do you want?” Her spooked voice makes me fucking hard, and that’s an inconvenience, considering my attempts to take it easy on her.

“I never said I only wanted your virginity. That’s your own assumption and I hold no responsibility for it. Besides, now that the hymen is out of the way, I can fuck you whenever and however I please without having to deal with your overdramatic side.”

She releases a shaky breath. “How long do I have to open my legs for you to get enough?”

“Still haven’t decided yet, and stop acting like you don’t enjoy this when your taste is still on my tongue and your screams of pleasure are echoing in my ears. I might look calm, but your attitude is grating on my last fucking nerve.”

Her glare remains in place, and I know it’s taking her some effort, because she’s shaking against me, obviously scared, but still refuses to back the fuck down. “Look at that. Now you know how I feel all the time.”

“Your sarcasm game has upgraded.”

“Learned from the best.” Probably figuring out that she has no way to go, she relaxes and lays her head on her hands. “Is this your room?”

I make an affirmative sound and she does a long sweep of the all black and white furniture, curtains, and desk. The only break of color is a red toy car I’ve had since I was a kid.

“It’s…impersonal,” she whispers.

“Personal is overrated.”

“Can you not be all pragmatic for a second?”

“How else will I have you flushing like a virgin? Oh, sorry, you’re no longer one.”

“Very funny.”

I grin, locking a blonde strand between my fingers. “I live to entertain.”

She narrows her eyes at me. “You look so pleased with yourself.”

“That’s because I am.” I rub my semi-hard erection against her stomach. “Have you rested enough for another round?”

“Please don’t. I’m so sore I can barely breathe without feeling discomfort.”

“You mean feeling my cock inside you.” I smile when she blushes again and I grab her ass cheek in one palm, making her moan.

“What are you doing?”

“Relax. I’m not going to fuck you.”

She eyes me suspiciously. “You really won’t?”

“Not if you’re in so much pain. After all, you said please.” I stroke the skin of her ass, then slide my palm up to her hips until I feel her relax against me.