Soulless (Starcrossed Lovers Trilogy 2)

She was a hungry little minx in my arms. She wanted kisses. She wanted holding. She wanted me.

I was drenched through to the skin with Reverend CuntFace’s blood. I dropped my jacket onto the kitchen floor and it landed with a damp thump on the tile. Elaine’s fingers were already on my shirt buttons as I guided her through to the living room. Fingers that were shaking, just like the rest of her, only it wasn’t fear that was making her quake for me this time. It was a whole other type of nervousness; I could see it in her beautiful eyes. Those pools of crystal blue were light and delicate, even in the dull of the pre-dawn. They were eating me up with a devotion I’d never seen before. I’d never felt before.

It was a beautiful thing to witness, just how surprised and moved she was by someone caring about her. There should have been a whole army of men in her life tearing down walls to destroy anyone who dared to fuck her over in the slightest, but that army had never existed. Her family was fake, each and every one of the sad fuckers too far up their own self-important assholes, casting her aside for telling lies when all she wanted was for someone to hear her truth.

I’d heard her truth. I’d avenged her truth with the very first vile cunt who deserved it.

I was already aching to get started on the next vile cunt on the list.

Elaine was still kissing me as we reached the bottom of the staircase. I tore the bloodied shirt from my shoulders, and she was already at my belt, unbuckling as we climbed the stairs.

I never thought I’d be desperate to take a virgin in my bed. I usually wanted them on all fours, begging for their first cock like a slut, or making them force themselves down onto my cock like a dirty bitch, not enjoying the comfort of the mattress like a princess with her legs spread beautifully wide for me.

“You’re really going to do it?” she hissed as we reached the top of the stairs. “You’re really going to take me?”

The nip of my teeth on her throat said more than words. The way I shunted her towards my bedroom screamed volumes.

I dropped my pants and kicked them aside before we reached the doorway. My hands were on the oversized shirt on Elaine’s body, tearing it from her tiny frame.

She thought I was going to throw her down onto the bed and take my fill of her, I could see it by the way she backed up against the bed ready for me. I didn’t. As usual, I surprised her.

I tugged her into the bathroom, still squeezing tight as I flicked on the shower. It was steaming in no time, the water pumping hard and fast in the little shell of a cubicle. I opened the screen nice and wide and guided Elaine in first, pressing her up against the back wall as I stepped in alongside her.

Steaming didn’t even come close as I claimed her mouth as mine. I consumed her, tongue to tongue. I ate her up like a starving man, and she ate me up right back as I grabbed up the soap and lathered her body.

She was my girl, and I was going to treat her like one. Maybe boyfriend wasn’t so far off the mark after all.

Maybe I, Lucian Morelli, really was Elaine Constantine’s boyfriend. It gave me another one of those damn fluffy tingles to think of being a damn sight more than that, too.

Maybe I, Lucian Morelli, wanted Elaine Constantine to be my damn bride.

“I’m so nervous,” she told me over the hiss of the water. “I’ve been waiting for this for years, and I never thought it would really mean anything, but now I’m here, ready. Now it’s with you it means so much.”

I wanted to kiss every inch of her until she was ready for everything that was coming. In the haze of how much I wanted the girl in front of me, I lost all sense of time, of urgency, of me.

I thumbed her clit just enough to make her grind against my hand before I slipped two fingers inside her and curled them. She supported her weight on my shoulders, moaning as she rocked, and I twisted my fingers inside her, just enough to make her whimper. She was tight, so fucking tight. Taking her sweet little cunt would definitely still hurt her. The thought made my mouth water and my dick swell.

I worked her soft skin slowly under the pummelling water. Kissing, stroking, squeezing. My fingers played her until the morning was bright outside the bathroom window, teasing her softly enough that when she came for me she was a bucking mess against my hand.