Chapter 19

"You did so fucking good. And, fuck, do you ever feel good when you fight me." I pull myself from between her swollen lips as I climb off her chest. Settling next to her on the bed, I drag her almost limp body into mine without a hint of struggle.

The things I could do to her right now.

So pliable.

So perfect.

Positioning her snuggly into the bend of my hips, I hold her against me and relish in the warm skin of her back pressed to my chest. I kiss along the side of her neck and pause for a moment when I feel her pulse against my lips. It's a soft flutter, slowly growing stronger and more steady with each beat of her heart. I continue down her long neck and over the soft skin of her shoulder as I slide my hand down the dip in her waist and over the curvature of her hip.

I can smell her sweet scent—it was all I could focus on as I claimed her throat as my true self—but it isn't until I slide my fingers between her thighs that I feel how absolutely soaked she is.

"God, you're so fucking perfect." I rub my hand through the slick sweetness coating her upper thighs. "You're so fucking wet from being used. You're fucking covered it."

Lifting my hand, I rub her glistening arousal between my fingers before licking them with a groan.

Always fucking delectable.

Glancing down her body, I note the dark spot on the gray sheets where she was lying. "So fucking turned on from being nothing more than a fuck hole that you've soaked my sheets."

I've never had a woman get this wet and aroused from being…taken…used entirely for my pleasure.

But Cora, her body is telling me everything I need to know.

Even if she isn't lucid enough to say it.

She was fucking made for me.

I slip two fingers inside of her cunt with ease, and she startles slightly in my hold. Her reaction is still groggy as she lingers on the edge of unconsciousness, almost as though she's on the verge of sleep.

"Shhh. You did so good for me, love. Let me reward you for being such a good girl."

Working in and out of her at a slow pace, I repeatedly drag my fingers firmly over the fleshy spot inside her that always causes her to groan for me.

And I get exactly what I want…

Raspy groans rattle through her sore throat, and she sucks in air as she begins to quiver around my fingers. "That's it. Deep breaths for me. Let the air fill your lungs so you can scream for me when I make you come."

Her voice is strained and hoarse when my name passes over her lips in a pained whisper. Whimpers blow from her mouth as she rhythmically clenches around my fingers. Her body arches, pressing her ass into my hips and opening her neck to me.

"That's it, love," I grunt the words against her neck as she becomes more lucid, her body needily reacting to every curl of my fingers inside of her.

Reaching between her thighs, she cups her hand over mine, holding me deep as she grinds against my palm. She comes quiet, yet hard, her whole body going rigid as her thighs tremble and squeeze together around our hands.

"I told you, Cora." I use my free hand to brush her hair from her neck so that I can press my lips to her skin. "I just want to take care of you."

I know that now.

She can give me everything I need.

And I can give her more than she could ever imagine.

We lay in silence, my fingers still lightly massaging deep inside of her, milking every bit of pleasure from her orgasm until the walls of her tight cunt stop quivering. Tenderly sliding from her, I bring them to my mouth to enjoy the taste of her again.

Breaking the silence, Cora's voice is raw, with a hint of humor, when she asks, "Are you going to kill me with your cock, Samuel?"

"Not on purpose." My response is devoid of emotion.

But it's also honest.

I've never killed any of the women before her on purpose. Or at least, I didn't plan to.

Wrapping both my arms around her and holding her against me, I place a kiss on the crook of her neck before continuing. "Asphyxiation is a finicky bitch."

"You're a sick fuck." Her tone is laced with both seriousness and a hint of dry wit. From her tone, I'm half expecting her to climb from the bed and run for the door. Instead, she shimmies backward as though she needs to remove any distance between the two of us.

"Yes, I am." I throw a leg over her and envelope her with my body. "And you're equally as depraved, love."