I'm Killing Loneliness with You

She was closer, so close. Lochlann closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. He could taste her scent on his tongue, clean, warm, Chloe.

"It would be better now," Lochlann agreed. "And I am very good at it."

There was no bragging in his tone. It was simple, a fact, like his name: Lochlann Cabyll-Ushtey, water horse, good at sex. Lochlann was not good at many things. He was a mess, really, too dependent on substances and self-denial to fix anything, but he was good at this.

He wanted to kiss her.

It would be so easy.

Lochlann said, "Close your eyes."

His voice was hushed and low. He leaned in but, instead of pressing his lips to hers, he pressed the fork with a bit of the cake and the center filling to her mouth.

"Things taste better when your eyes are closed," he said. His heart was starting to race. He was going to kiss her. What was wrong with him? What was he doing? This. Was. Chloe. Whatever magic he had was making him dizzy with the need to kiss her, with the need to taste her.

"Chloe I--"

What was he going to say? What was he even going to ask?

"I missed you," he said. His mouth was inches from hers. His bottom lip brushed hers and he.
was.
so.
close.

He watched her lips slide against the fork and his shirt felt too tight against him. Her tongue snaked out and licked the icing from her bottom lip; even though her eyes were open, Lochlann wasn't looking at them. He was watching her lips.

Then, they were kissing.

Lochlann could not put the pieces together of how A moved to B so quickly, but he didn't care. What he cared about was the taste of her lips against his or the feel of her hair beneath his fingers. She pulled him closer and Lochlann acquiesced. Somehow, he put the plate and cake back on the ground and his other hand was on her hip now, looking for that little bit of skin between her shirt and pants to brush his thumb across.

His kiss was hungry. Her lips were soft and so was her skin. He brushed his bottom lip against her top and then tilted his head to the side and sucked on her lip experimentally, as if testing to see how far she was willing for this kiss to go.

Lochlann was not thinking. He was reacting and it was wonderful. He thought her name, or maybe he breathed it, or maybe he did manage to say it.

"Chloe?" he breathed, but then he was still kissing her. He tried to pull her up onto his lap, tugging her closer to him.

He should stop.

He knew he should stop.

But...

Chloe was entangling herself with him and Lochlann kept her close. When she wrapped her legs around him, Lochlann gave a low growl from the back of his throat and cinched her closer to him with the arm around her hips, keeping her pressed against his body.

She asked him what he wanted and he realized he must have really said her name. His mouth was trailing down her neck, pressing kisses down the side of it. He stopped beneath her ear, tilting his head upwards to bite at her earlobe before whispering into it.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

He was a monster. He wondered if she knew the extent. He wondered if she knew that everyone he'd ever killed came willingly.

She pushed her tail against her hand and Lochlann's eyes narrowed. The corner of his lips twisted up into a smile, but it was predatory.

"Like this?" he asked. He watched her eyes to make sure she wasn't lying to him. Lochlann moved his hands up and down her tail, feeling the texture of it beneath his firm grip. He knew he'd been picked up by that tail before and Lochlann knew what it was capable of.

But he wondered something else.

"What if I want to do this?" he asked. He pulled her tail up between them and sucked on the tip of it slowly and experimentally.

Lochlann watched her as she breathed and he took that as a sign, though he didn't need to because she told him to keep going.

Lochlann relaxed his throat and took more of her tail into it. He held it with one hand, letting it act as a continuation of his mouth, and massaged it inward. He kept eye contact with her the entire time. He could feel her heart racing, or maybe it was his own.

Lochlann snaked his other hand up under her shirt and moved it up and down her back, keeping her close to him while he touched her. He started to sneak it forward towards her front, watching her, looking for an indication to continue.

He swallowed around her tail and sucked hard on it. Lust was coming off him in waves like heat lightning.