Lost Cause (Killer of Kings 8)

Priest smiled. “I just gave you a lot of information. Told you about a lot of scary men looking to cash in on your death. And you’re worried about Fred the fish?”

“I guess I just feel safe with you, Priest. I know you’ll take care of me.” She crawled back on the mattress, wrapping her arms around him. “You will, won’t you?”

“I’d die protecting you.”

“You say all the right words.” She reached down to cup his crotch, and his erection grew bigger in her hand. Cleo kissed him, feeling immeasurably closer to him. He hadn’t hidden the truth from her, and somehow it was bonding.

Maybe she’d been wanted as a baby, maybe not, but right now, she had a man who cared if she lived or died, and that was a lot more than she had last month.

He moved over her, mounting her and settling between her legs. The hard ridge of his cock rubbed against her sensitive folds. She moaned, arching up into him as their kissing intensified. He was so warm and strong and passionate. She couldn’t get enough of him.

He’d told her a lot of things that would take her a long time to digest. She was good at putting up a strong front, but inside, she was terrified. She couldn’t imagine facing any of this alone.

“Please don’t leave me,” she whispered against his lips.

“I’ve got you.”

He reached into her loose jogging pants. She wore no panties underneath. Priest pressed two fingers inside her as his kisses moved down her neck. She squeezed around those digits as he finger-fucked her. She was floating now, completely wanton and entwined with Priest.

“Nice and tight. I can’t wait to be inside you,” he said. As he moved down to suckle her tits, he looked up at her. “Tell me you want my cock.”

“You know I do.” She squirmed under him, waves of desire washing over her as his hands and mouth explored her body. He knew exactly how to pleasure her, how to bring her right to the brink of begging. He slid her pants away, leaving her completely nude. Although the lights were low, he could see all of her this time, unlike last night. She wasn’t embarrassed. Somehow, Priest made her feel desirable and wanted.

She could feel his passion, his need for her.

It mirrored her own.

“You’re all mine, Cleo. You’re perfect and all mine.”

Inside, she was chanting yes. She craved to belong to Priest like nothing else. Right now, she wanted him to bring her to heaven so she could forget reality.