Desire in Lingerie (Lingerie 7)

Her hands were in my hair and her lips were on mine, devouring me now that she had my dick inside her. Passionate and fiery, she made love to my mouth with her lips, giving me her tongue before I even gave her mine.

I started to thrust inside her, to slide through her wetness. I moaned against her mouth because it felt so good, so unbelievable. This pussy was my heaven, the closest I would ever get to the pearly gates. I was damned to an eternity in hell, but I got to enjoy this angel while on this mortal plane.

“Griffin…” She spoke against my mouth in mid-kiss, breaking our embrace to breathe and moan.

I fucked her with deep and even strokes, giving her my entire length until my balls tapped against her ass. It wasn’t about the speed or aggression, just the connection between our souls. Mine was black and broken, but when we were together, she loaned me her glow, her brightness.

“I love you,” she said into my mouth. “I love you so damn much.” Her hand cupped my face as she kissed me, her lips trembling with the words.

I was buried deep inside the woman who’d stolen my heart. I never wanted to love her, but she forced me to. I wanted to kill her and forget about her. But she clawed at my chest until she made her way inside. Now, I was desperately and hopelessly in love with this gorgeous woman, a woman I’d vowed would always be my enemy. Now, I would lay down my life to keep her safe. I would do anything she wanted, to make her happy. My cock had made a home inside her pussy, and I never wanted to leave. I loved the way she loved me, the way she accepted me for exactly who I was. I was no good for her, trash in comparison to what she deserved, but she loved me anyway. Even if this didn’t last forever, she still wanted to live in this moment with me. She still wanted to love me as long as she could. “I love you too, baby.”

Eight

Vanessa

I packed my bag with all my clothes then pulled the strap over my shoulder. It was Saturday morning, and I had to hurry home because my mom and Sapphire would be picking me up in a few hours.

Bones wouldn’t be happy about it.

Even when I went to the bathroom, he wanted to know where I was going and how long I would take.

Because he was a psychopath like that.

I walked down the hall and found him sitting on the couch with the TV on, his chest bare and his eyes fixated on his phone. Anytime he was home, he never wore a shirt, only sweatpants—which worked out well for me.

“Hey.” I set my bag by the door and turned to him.

He took one look at the bag before his eyes narrowed like a bear about to claw something to death. He locked his phone and tossed it onto the cushion beside him without looking at what he was doing. “What do you think you’re doing?” He spoke quietly, but the hostility in his voice was unmistakable.

When he’d said he would be more protective and territorial, he wasn’t exaggerating. His attitude seemed to get worse with every passing day, becoming more potent after every session of lovemaking. He slowly owned more of me until there was nothing left to acquire. “I need to head back to my place—”

“Why? Everything you need is here. If you need art supplies, I can pick them up for you.”

“That’s not why. My family is coming by my apartment in a few hours.”

He kept up his hostile stare, like that didn’t mean a damn thing to him.

“So I need to leave.”

“Why?”

“I just told you why,” I said with a sigh.

“You just saw them—”

“I’ll be back later tonight, alright?” I countered. “You can argue with me all you want, but I’m leaving. Sapphire is picking out her wedding dress today, and my mom and I are coming along. I’m really excited, and I know it’s going to be a lot of fun.”

Bones still looked pissed. “She can’t pick out her own clothes?”

I rolled my eyes and walked to the elevator. “I guess I’ll take a taxi, then.”

He growled from behind me as he rose to his feet. “Just until tonight, right?”

“Yes.” I turned back around, glad he’d changed his attitude. “It’s only for a day. It’s not any different than me being down the hall working on my paintings.”

“It’s nothing like that,” he said coldly. “I can’t stand in the doorway and watch you when you think I’m not looking.”

“You do that?”

He tilted his head slightly, his eyes narrowing on my face.

I knew he wouldn’t answer me, but he didn’t need to answer me. “So, you’ll give me a ride?”