Heart Recaptured (Hades Hangmen #2)(52)

Taking the comb from her hands, I threw it across the room and lifted her off the floor, bringing her to the bed, where I threw myself on top of her.

“Ky!” she breathed in panic, and my hands planted on her face.

“Get this straight now, baby. I ain’t worthy of giving you forgiveness. I’m a sinner, and I love it. This is my life. Death is just the way we gotta roll as Hangmen. Those cunts deserved to die for touching you. I ain’t even thought about the consequence of that since. That’s how little killing sick, jealous f*ckers registers to me.”

Lilah swallowed and, edging closer, I said, “But you. For you, I’d kill every f*cker in the world if they were a threat. Those bitches died because they touched you, Li. I gotta protect you. Gotta keep you safe.”

A shaky hand met my cheek, and Lilah said, “I do feel safe with you.”

I looked down at Lilah, her hair around her on the pillow like a damn halo. “Baby,” I rasped, you look like a f*ckin’ angel right now. I ain’t seeing any evidence of some evil, sinful woman.”

Lilah’s hand dropped. “That is the disguise. The devil is beautiful after all.”

“Then I f*ckin’ want the devil, Li… I want you.”

Silence stretched between us, and Lilah’s eyes dipped. But when she lifted her head again, I could see the hunger there. A finger suddenly ran down my sternum, and a hiss escaped my lips.

Fuck!

Lilah stared at me for the longest time before she wet her lips with her tongue, dropping her gaze to my lips. My cock hardened and her eyes shot up to mine, her cheeks blushing scarlet red.

Lilah fidgeted in my arms and leaned up, her hand reaching around to grip the back of my neck. “I wish… to kiss you now.”

My eyebrow lifted in surprise, and Lilah tightened her hold. “I… I have never been kissed before, not since I was a small child and it was forced upon me. And at my home… when I was taken in the Lord’s Sharing by Brother Noah, mouths did not meet. Brother Noah worried I would steal his soul because my soul was dark and impure.”

My hands fisted and I fought the urge not to lose my shit at that f*cked-up statement. My bitch was twenty-four and had never been kissed because of some bullshit, made-up excuse she believed. If I could dig up that bearded f*cker and kill him again, I would… repeatedly.

“I have observed Styx and Mae doing it often.” Her lashes fluttered as she looked up at me again. “It seems… nice… intimate.”

Stroking a strand of hair from her face, I left my hand on the side of her head and pulled her close, her breath hardening, chest panting. “Ky…” she said, panicked.

“No talking, baby,” I whispered as my lips closed in on hers. “I’m gonna kiss you now and I’m gonna show you how f*ckin’ good it feels. Yeah?”

I caught Lilah’s sharp intake of breath just as my lips brushed against hers. Her full lips were tight and unmoving at first, but when I ran the tip of my tongue along the seam, a groan ripped from her throat and her hand fisted my hair. As Lilah instinctively opened her mouth, my kiss became firmer and my tongue played against hers, our need growing more desperate. She tasted as sweet as honey that had been dipped in vanilla.

Fuck, her scent and taste was driving me insane.

I broke away on a gasp as my cock throbbed and Lilah’s eyes slowly opened. I froze waiting for what she was about to say, then her tongue ran along her bottom lip as she stared at mine and she whispered, “I did not know… It was…”

I smiled at Lilah as she couldn’t form her words, and her face suddenly became nervous. “What, baby?”

“Did…did you like it? Did I do it correctly?”

Dipping forward, I pressed my forehead to her forehead. “You couldn’t f*ck up if you tried with those perfect fat lips.”

I trailed my lips down her cheek, and Lilah wrapped her hands in my hair, pulling me back down to her mouth. She was more sure of herself this time, her lips pushing against mine, her tits brushing against my chest.

But then her tongue pushed back in my mouth and met mine and I pulled back. “Lilah,” I rasped with a tense jaw. “If we ain’t gonna f*ck, I need you to stop, baby.”

Lilah snapped away her hands from my hair like they caught fire and I dropped my head to her chest, trying to rein myself in. Her vanilla smell weren’t helping one damn bit.

“I am sorry, Ky. I—”

Sliding to the side of Lilah, I said, “Don’t f*ckin’ dare, woman. Don’t apologize. That was f*ckin’ amazing.”

Reaching over Lilah’s rigid body, I flicked off the lamp beside the bed and moved back to my side. I wrapped my hand around Lilah’s waist and brought her into my chest.

“Ky! What—”

“You may not wanna f*ck me yet, baby, but you let me touch you, have your mouth on mine and now I ain’t ever gonna stop touching you, kissing you. Yeah?”

“Okay,” Lilah said, feigning a defeated sigh. I smiled into her long hair, my nose nuzzling into the long strands and my hand around her waist, ironclad as I kissed along her exposed neck.

Lilah’s hand lay on top of mine, and I felt her body relax.

I closed my eyes, the most comfortable I’d ever been in my life, when another gust of vanilla filled my nostrils. “You always smell of vanilla.”