I circle my tongue around her nipple while she breathes heavily in my ear. I’m taking my time with her, relishing every moment. I’ve waited for this for so long. She’s ingrained herself in my dreams, in my life, and pushed me beyond any kind of limitations and rules I had set for myself. Her long black hair is perfect for taking control and pulling her head back while I make my way up and down from her lips and waist, playing my tongue over her lace tattoo on her right shoulder. I’ve fantasized about this moment. I’ve fantasized about making her mine and taking her to places mentally that other men have never taken her before.

I’ve fantasized about taking a piece of her with me.

I know she wants this just as much as I do, but I also know she hasn’t wanted this moment for as long as I have. If she knew all the lives I’ve taken, all the ways I’ve dreamed of taking wouldn’t have invited me into her bed. I throw her down on her emerald silk sheets. Adrenaline and satisfaction rush through me. It’s a fix, and I just can’t get enough.

I work my way down to her thighs and spread them apart, licking and caressing every inch. I can taste the anticipation building within her. I lick her deeper and feel her arc underneath me as I caress my fingers into her opening. Her body throbs and constricts around my fingers as she releases. She switches positions and inserts my entire shaft in her mouth. I grab a handful of her hair, bobbing her head up and down with varying speeds. This is everything I thought it would be. She’s gentle but has just enough grit to bite and scratch as she makes her way up to my mouth. She’s an enigma. The epitome of a rounded, good girl to all who know her and anything but behind this bedroom door. I meet her lips with insatiable hunger and throw her down, slamming into her without hesitation. Red passion consumes me as the barriers surrounding my self-control crumble.

“You feel so good,” I growl as I slam into her harder and harder until she comes all over me again. There’s a fire in her eyes, pleasure and fervor burning within, that I’ll remember for the rest of my life. I wrap my hands around her neck, slapping against her in rhythm, squeezing tighter and tighter. As realization dawns, she begins to flail, and her once dilated, glassy, heat-filled eyes are replaced with wide, white circles filled with confusion, panic, and fear. She’s scratching and slapping, desperately fighting for any chance of survival. A satisfied smirk slithers across my face as a primal growl grows deep in my throat. I let it escape as I increase my thrusts into her. With every thrust, my grip tightens, and the terror in her eyes intensifies. Every second she grows weaker and more despondent, and when the life leaves her eyes, I come the hardest I ever have. Everyone says there’s nothing like making love to someone you truly care for. I often wonder if those people have ever fucked someone while watching the life and light leave their eyes.

Because it really can’t compare.

I lie there on top of her lifeless body, feeling the release, the indulgence. I bask in the euphoria like a warm sun that just rose on a beach. It’s not often enough that I feel peace like this. I pull the knife from the sheath I keep around my ankle and grip the hilt tight as I cut a piece of the black lace skin from her right shoulder, shoving it in my plastic bag.

Another one in the books.