Lost Highway by Bijou Hunter

forehead.
    “Quill, do you remember when we
first met? How you came out of the woods like a ghost and swept me off the
ground as if I were a feather?”
    Her words mean nothing in my
mind saturated with hunger. I can’t think of anything besides I need her to fix
what she broke. Despite my insanity, I understand how her tone promises relief.
Her lips on my cheeks are rainfall against my overheated skin.
    “You are so powerful. Nothing
can hurt you,” she promises even though her very existence is destroying me.
    I want to tell her how much I
hate her for making me feel so out of control. Her lips cover mine before I can
speak. Soon, her fingers linger on my chest before reaching for the button on
my pants. Bucking, I want her off of me, but Odessa refuses to stop.
    Once her fingers wrap around my
scorching hard flesh, I’m blinded by pain and pleasure. After years in this
place, I’m undeniably lost.

Chapter Twenty-Three
    Odessa
     
    Q uill howls with relief when his
body releases a lifetime of pent-up need. I stroke him as his body erupts,
sending liquid heat over my fingers. My other hand presses against his chest,
holding myself steady over his writhing body.
    Tears burn my eyes when I see
Quill this vulnerable. Unable to understand his body’s desires, he’s innocent
in a way I can’t fathom. Death he knows, yet tenderness remains a mystery.
    I can’t bear to see his primal
expression. Or how his wrists bleed from his frenzied movements. Quill remains
part beast even after he softens in my hand. The orgasm brings him no relief,
and I know I can’t unchain him yet. He’s out of control. If I freed him, Quill
would likely kill me.
    Never could I redeem my soul
after letting Athena die. I hated knowing I got to live when she didn’t. My pleasure
was always a cruel joke and worthy of punishment. Much like Quill punishes
himself now. He doesn’t do it out of guilt but from innocence that he shouldn’t
possess. I can never fix what I did to Athena, but I’ll find a way to save
Quill from the madness I see in his eyes.
    My mouth welcomes his cock. I
hear him growl in anger at how his body betrays him. He wants the desire to
disappear. He needed relief, but once won’t be enough after a lifetime without.
    His shaft swells, hardening as
the head presses against the back of my throat. I steadily suck at him, wanting
him to find a release. Quill yells my name, and I look up. He’s enraged at his
body’s reaction. Or he doesn’t like how I use my mouth on him. I don’t know
what he wants. The never chatty man is barely verbal now.
    “You’re so beautiful,” I
whisper, stripping out of my clothes.
    I straddle him and guide his
hard flesh between my legs. Quill instantly yanks at the chains, wanting free.
I don’t know if his hands would caress my body or tear me apart. What I do know
is his furious expression turns angelic once the head of his cock enters me.
The more of him I take, the more relaxed his face becomes. His body only wants
carnal pleasure, yet the terrified man inside Quill needs reassurance. He finds
it when I whisper to him while our hips move together.
    “You’re the only one,” I tell
him. “The strongest man I’ve ever met. You’re so powerful and handsome. You
always protect me.”
    Quill watches me. His face is
tranquil, though his eyes remain wary. I don’t blame him for fearing me. No
doubt he hears lies from the voices, just as I do. They probably warn that I’ll
destroy him by making him weak.
    “They’re jealous of you,” I
whisper in his ear while my pussy sucks hungrily at his flesh. “The voices want
to be strong, but they’re weak. They want to be you, but they failed. Don’t
listen to them.”
    Quill hears the reason in my
words, but I still see fear in his gaze. He doesn’t want to be locked up. He
hates the lack of control. Pleasure and violence mix inside him, and he doesn’t
know what he truly desires. Killing me might feel as amazing as fucking