Ghostwalker 05 - Deadly Game

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    "I'll clean us both up in a minute, honey. Just give me a minute." He had never felt like that, such an explosive orgasm, so complete and so unexpected when his body was so damaged. He knew the pressure it took against his skin to feel sensation, and her tight channel had given him more than he'd ever thought possible. It shook him that he could need this woman so much.
    It wasn't that he was totaled – on the contrary, he wanted to take a few minutes' rest and start over again, a marathon this time – but she looked exhausted and a little freaked out that she'd given him so much of herself. He'd taken her cooperation, giving her little choice in the matter, but she had only fought him when the pleasure was skidding into pain and it had frightened her.
    He hadn't wanted to lie to her, to be something he wasn't – something he couldn't be. His body was ruined for anything but a certain kind of stimulation and she had to accept that.
    Hell. It had taken him months to get around the idea that he couldn't perform, and then a few more weeks to acknowledge what might get him off.
    "Did I hurt you?" His hands framed her face, thumbs sliding over her smooth, soft skin.
    She was so beautiful he ached.
    "I don't know." She leaned forward and dragged her lips, feather-light, over his. "It was wild and amazing and somewhat frightening. I didn't know sex could feel like that." Her gaze slid away from his. "I'm not a virgin or anything, but I've never had an orgasm." She touched a long scratch on his chest. "I was scared, but I wanted it so much. I didn't want you to ever stop, not even when I said stop."
    He tipped her chin up. "Did you say stop? Because if you did, I didn't hear you."
    "Not out loud. No one's ever done that before."
    He frowned. "Done what?"
    Color crept under her skin, flushing her face and her breasts, drawing his attention to the marks on the creamy flesh. His marks. His fingerprints. The faint teeth marks and numerous strawberries standing out starkly against her pale skin. She had them on the inside of her thighs as well. He touched one – pleased.
    Her color deepened, turning an interesting shade of crimson. "Oral sex."

    His eyebrow shot up. She looked innocent and almost shy, so much so that he couldn't help but bend down to kiss her. "Oral sex? Is that what you thought that was?" He rubbed the scar splitting his lip with the pad of his thumb. "I don't think so, honey. That was more like gobbling you up. Eating you alive. And just talking about it is making me hard all over again."
    The color spread through her body. "Well, regardless, no one's ever done that."
    The smile on his face faded. "Never?"
    She shook her head.
    He scowled at her. "What the hell did this idiot Brett do to prepare you?"
    "He didn't care if my body accepted his or not. He used a lubricant for his own convenience, not mine."
    Ken swore out loud. "Someone needs to tear his heart out."
    A small smile curved her mouth. "Jack likes to shoot people. Maybe we just ought to introduce them."
    Ken slid off the bed, pulling up his jeans before finding a cloth. Dipping it in water, he carefully washed her body, deliberately stroking caresses between her legs. "What other things have you managed to miss?"
    "Why? I shouldn't have told you that."
    "If I don't know what you've missed, I won't know all the things I get to introduce you to." He dried her body with careful strokes.
    "I've never celebrated a birthday or holiday."
    "When do you get presents?"
    She laughed. "What kind of presents? Sean gave me a knife once, but he took it back when I was put in the breeding program. I think they were afraid I'd remove certain portions of Brett's anatomy."
    It bothered him. Okay – it bothered him a lot – that she didn't have holidays and fireplaces and presents. At the worst home he'd been in, they still celebrated birthdays.
    "When is your birthday?"
    Once again her gaze slid from his, and she shrugged with exaggerated casualness. "I have no idea. Whitney found me in an orphanage somewhere and he didn't exactly think that date was important, so why would you think he'd celebrate our birthdays?"

    Ken's belly knotted up again, but he kept his voice and face expressionless. He cupped her face and leaned in for another heart-stopping kiss. The woman tasted like honey and exotic spice, so addicting he thought about just kissing her until neither of them knew their own names anymore. "He's a scientist. Isn't the age of his guinea pigs