"I am not a monster." Perhaps I am. I don't know anymore. But I do not like her calling me that.
"What are you, then?Whoare you?"
To avoid looking at her, I pour the petrol into the motorcycle's tank. "You know who I am."
She shakes her head as she ambles up to me, her hips swaying and her gaze locked on mine. "When I asked who you are, you told me that if I needed a name, I could call you Dax."
"We can discuss that after."
"After what?"
Oh, she knows exactly what I meant. The way her pupils are dilating, darkening her eyes, attests to that fact.
I drop the petrol can and take off my leather jacket, tossing it onto the floor. "Strip."
"You could at least say please."
"Why? You want me the way I am, so I have no need to seduce you with honeyed words." I remove my boots and shed my socks, then start to unbutton my shirt. "Strip, Allison. Do it now, or I'll rip the clothes off your body."
She kicks off her boots and begins unhooking her shirt buttons one by one.
My cock throbs. I want her body, but that cannot explain why I'm breathing harder and my pulse is racing. I've shagged more women than I could count, and none of them made me feel this way. It must be the intensity of the circumstances affecting me, not the appeal of the woman.
Allison drops her shirt on the floor and shimmies out of her jeans, leaving only her bra and knickers. But she just stands there, half-naked, with her hard nipples pushing against the fabric of her bra.
"Take off the rest," I growl.
"You first."
I strip off my shirt, then unzip my trousers and let them fall down to my ankles. The vision of Allison's almost naked body distracts me, though, and I stumble when I try to kick my trousers away. I throw out a hand to stop myself from hitting the floor. My palm smacks onto the wall.
And she smirks. "Kind of excited, huh?"
Finally rid of my trousers, I stalk up to her. "Don't think it has anything to do with you. I haven't gotten a leg over with anyone in a long time, that's all."
"Why haven't you—"
I sling my arms around Allison and crush my mouth to hers, trying to convince myself I do it only because I couldn't think of another way to make her stop talking. But the truth is that I need to taste her again. She opens for me and teases my lips with her tongue, all but begging me to kiss her deeply. I can't stop myself. I plunge my tongue deep and ravage her like the beast she thinks I am. I might not like hearing her call me a monster, but it is what I've become. The Echo made me this way. She will never understand that, because I will never explain it to her.
She responds to the lashes of my tongue with hungry swipes of her own, and we consume each other like the world is exploding around us and this is the last time we will ever experience passion. The Echo hasn't destroyed the entire world, not just yet. But the apocalypse has begun. If this is the last time I will ever feel a woman's body wrapped around me, then I need to make this last as long as possible.
Without giving up her lips, I unhook her bra and tear it off. She moans with such intensity that the ravenous sound steals my breath. I grasp her knickers and rip them off too, flinging them away. The hairs on her mound brush against my flesh, and her soft skin is plastered to my body while the scent of her envelops me and inundates my senses. I grip her arse with both hands, hoisting her off the floor, and stagger toward the nearest wall. I crack one eye open, though I can barely keep track of where I'm going. I know only that I need to fuck this woman now, take her hard, brand her body the way I've done to her mouth.
Her back hits the wall.
I growl like a ruddy animal, but I don't care.
She lifts one leg to latch it around my hip, then raises the other and locks her ankles behind my arse. She pulls her head back, severing our kiss. "Do it, Dax. Right now. Take me any way you want."
Can't speak anymore. Can barely breathe.
I thrust into her hard, but I freeze with our bodies joined. My heart pounds so fiercely that I feel like I might pass out, which is bollocks. But I can't think about that, not with her silky flesh enveloping me and her gaze nailed to mine. I punch into her even harder, every thrust driving me deeper inside her and making her body bounce. She throws her head back and lets out a hoarse cry that reverberates through the building. Her cream dribbles onto my balls, which only spurs me to fuck her harder and faster while my grunts and her sharp cries fill the air along with the wet slapping of our bodies colliding.
Every muscle in her body goes rigid, and I know she's about to come.
But I'm not done with her yet. I lift her off my cock and set her down, taking a step back. Though my breaths have become harsh gasps, I manage to speak two words. "Not yet."
"What?" she breathes, gaping at me.