Reign (Sin City Outlaws #1)(37)

“Open your eyes,” he murmurs. They pop open automatically, finding his looking right back at me. Dexterous fingers slide under the material of my panties, and my legs widen to allow him to go further. His mouth opens as the pads of his index and middle fingers slip over my clit and brush against my wetness. My body bucks with pleasure, my eyes roll into the back of my head.

Gently, he presses a finger into my * and a mewl vibrates through my chest. Pleasure soars up my legs, resting right at the tip of his finger as he slowly thrusts it in and out. My hands fly to my sides, my nails digging into the sheets for strength. My body pulses with the urge to plummet into ecstasy. Just as I think I can’t take any more, his finger withdraws. Panting, I lift my head, irritated. I find him climbing off the bed.

“Not just yet.” He slips his finger into his mouth and looks around my room casually. “You a virgin?” he asks nonchalantly.

“What?” The question takes me by surprise.

“Are you a virgin?” he repeats. Sitting up, I close my legs.

“Does it matter?” I rebut.

He glares at me before a smile flashes across his face.

“Yes, it f*cking matters. You’re tight as hell, and the way your body responds to my every touch, it’s…” He shakes his head. The way he says it, it makes me sound alluring, but the way I see it, I come off inexperienced. Something I doubt is very sexy.

“No, I’m not a virgin.”

He looks at me with confusion, so I explain. “I had sex once, with a guy who was—” He holds up a hand, his jaw flexed and eyes closed like my words pain him.

“I don’t need the details. Otherwise, we won’t ever get to what either of us really wants, ‘cause I’ll be out there killing some bastard.” I can’t help the smile that instantly fits my face, a laugh bursting at the seams of my lips.

He smirks, running his hand through his hair.

“That funny?”

I shrug. “He was kind of a jerk.”

He steps forward, his hands fisting the sides of my sweatpants and panties.

“Did someone break my poor rookie’s heart?” He jerks them down my legs, revealing the little bit that was covered. His eyes sweep up and down my body unforgivingly. My pubic hair contrasts against my skin; I should have shaved, or waxed—something.

“Fuck me,” he whispers, his words hitting me hard. My down-to-earth appearance seems to turn him on, which is confusing. I am so different from the girls I’ve seen at his club. Everything I thought I knew about him seems to be wrong. Tilting my head to the side, my hair falls in my face.

“You’re not what I expected, Zeek.” The words escape from my mouth before I can stop them.

He crawls onto the bed, his fists supporting his weight.

“What did you expect? A cold-blooded killer? Someone who doesn’t believe in forgiveness? An animal incapable of mercy? Someone who likes to f*ck hard and leave his mark?”

Shrugging my right shoulder, my eyes not faltering from his, I say, “Actually, yeah.”

He scoffs, looking down briefly before hitting me with gorgeous dark eyes. “I’m all of that, baby, but I am also a man who can’t lock down his emotions, who has desires that are irrational. And you, you hit every one of those faults.”

I smirk at the idea that he thinks of himself being human is a flaw. Reaching out, my nails scratch under his chin, the whiskers rubbing against the pads of my fingers.

“You’re broken, but you’re human. The world paints your picture in permanent failure and fear, but I don’t believe it.” He stalls, his chest rising and falling rapidly. “I see something more in your canvas of chaos.” Seconds later, he’s crashing into me, his mouth on mine. My knee bends as his callused hand slides up it, resting on my hip. His knee spreads my legs apart, his teeth grazing my bottom lip. The head of his cock skims across my wetness and I suck in a sudden breath, butterflies filling my stomach. It’s going to be painful, like last time. But with him, it’ll be worth it.

Lifting from the bed, he darts to the floor, grabbing his wallet from his jeans. He pulls out a strip of condoms, tearing one off with his teeth. Sheathing one on, he positions himself between my legs again. My hands pull at his back, wanting his body flush with mine.

Dipping his head, he sucks my nipple into his mouth, and my body arches into him on contact. His wet, warm mouth on my bud causes a wave of pleasure to ripple through my limbs.

“I love your tits,” he mutters, sitting up. “And your ass.” He gives the side of my ass a vicious slap, the burn racing along my skin. The sound echoes in the room, but strangely it doesn’t hurt as much as I’d thought it would.

Fisting his cock, he lowers himself. I suck in a breath, preparing myself.

He positions the head at my opening and I tense, closing my eyes.

“Relax,” he whispers against my lips. “It’s going to feel so damn good, I promise.” My breathing is sporadic, my body trembling. I’m trying to relax, but I just can’t.

“I’ll go slow,” he murmurs, his mouth brushing against mine. My eyes open and fixate on his as he pushes the head of his cock into me, and my hands fly to his back. I inhale loudly, my mouth widening as he slowly pushes inside of me, inch by inch. It burns yet feels so good at the same time. His thickness stretches me, the length hitting as deep as possible. My nails dig into the back of his arms as he buries himself to the hilt. I feel full, the pain lessening to the pleasure–barely.