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“Want to make it up to me?” he asked, and I nodded eagerly.
“Good,” he said. “Then get on your knees.” He pointed to the rug at his feet, the veins in his forearm snaking up his skin and over the corded muscle.
Jesus, I was dripping for him already. I could hear my heartbeat in my ears as I got off the bed and lowered myself before him. The ache between my thighs increased tenfold as I unlaced his pants exposing his V muscles. I tugged the waistband down over his thighs. His heavy erection jutted out, bobbing as my finger scraped over his heated skin.
He ran a finger through the strap of the jumpsuit and as he tugged, it slid off my body in a blur. I looked down. I was bare. Next to me on the bed, my clothing and shoes were in a neat pile. He tilted my chin up to him, surveying my shocked expression.
“You know every facet of me?” he asked, self-satisfied and unapologetic. Then he grabbed the base of his cock and ran the tip across my cheek. “I’ll only ask you to do this when you’re bad, Avery. So be a good girl and suck me.”
A part of my heart cracked because he thought doing this to him was something I would only reluctantly do. He was so wrong. I had dreamed about getting his cock in my mouth since the first time I saw it. And now I understood why he had been hesitant at the grotto. Deep down, this beautiful man didn’t think he was enough and when I ran from him, I’d reinforced that belief.
His words, however, were still confident and so hot. He’d had years of practice being king, in control, dominant. I never had a man talk to me the way he did, and I didn’t know how I was going to get through this without touching myself.
My lashes fluttered as I beamed up at him and ran my lips over his tip without opening them. Then I removed his hand and wrapped mine where his had been and licked up his entire length. When I got to the tip and the pre-cum beaded there, I craned my head back so I could meet his eyes, and I licked across his slit. Hot, salty, masculine flavor burst onto my tongue, making my eyes roll back in my head.
Scar riddled shoulders shuddered and his fists clenched at his sides. “Fuck,” he bit out. He was breathing through his nostrils like a bull, like he could barely contain himself as he stared down at me. Like there was a part of him that was still hesitant, holding back, and that wouldn’t do.
“You mean this as a punishment?” I asked, blinking up at him with the best doe eyes I could muster, and he gave me a brooding nod in response. A strong hand threaded through the hair at the base of my neck and a subtle grimace ghosted across his face like he was torn between wanting this and feeling guilty for asking for it.
“Poor choice, Nighval. This can’t be my punishment—”
“Why not?” his voice laced with hesitance as he asked.
I gave him a wry smile. “Because I love it,” I said, and took him into my mouth.
Chapter 54
Nighval
OurgameshatteredasAvery’s mouth wrapped around my cock and then sank down on it. She was so perfect for me. She liked this. Loved it, she’d said. Her confidence, and the way her eyes blazed as she stared up at me, had me throbbing, wanting to do to her mouth what I had done to her cunt that first time. Claim it. Reclaim her and make sure she knew exactly where she belonged.
I reached down and grabbed a handful of her breast squeezing and rubbing at her nipple and she groaned. I felt the vibration all the way up my spine as she kept working me. I leaked for her as I cupped the back of her head and pulled her onto me deeper.
She jerked, gagging, as her beautiful amber eyes became glassy. “Deeper,” I said, and pressed in slowly and she opened her throat for me. “So good,” I breathed. “Just like that.”
A smile tried to form on her lips, still wrapped around me like she enjoyed how she pleased me. I pressed in again and again until a fire built low in my groin. Tapping the tip against the back of her hot throat, I chased that feeling until tingling sensations spasmed down my cock, spreading through my body like the buildup right before a fight, but so much better. The nails on one of her hands dug into the flesh of my thigh and the other disappeared below her waist. Then her hips were moving in time with my thrusts. Goddess, she was touching herself.
Her nails bit into my thigh harder and her mouth all but quit working as her eyes squeezed shut. A whimper from deep in her throat ripped through my control. A surge of hot cum shot into the back of her throat. I pulled out just enough that I knew my release would coat her tongue before pressing back in, riding out the pulsing waves. The way bliss relaxed her features as she tasted me, swallowed what I gave her, sent shocks of pleasure through me.
I rode her mouth until the last wave subsided, and a rare moment of peace covered me like a heavy blanket as the throbbing eased. Pulling myself out, I tapped the tip of my dick, still glistening, on her swollen lips. Her tongue darted out to collect what remained, and she looked up at me with glazed eyes.
“Am I forgiven?” she asked. The sweet submissive act brought me to my knees. I cupped her face and kissed her gently.
I wanted to grovel and beg her to never hurt me like that again and somehow get her to promise me that her heart would always be mine, but I knew I had to trust her and to have faith in what we had built. What we would continue to build. Instead, I said, “Sweetheart, you’ll always be forgiven.”
She attempted a grin, but her yawn overtook it. Still, I said, “Let me make you feel good.”
Shaking her head, she said, “You did, Nigh. Just feeling you lose control like that because of me—you make my world tip upside down and sideways. I never knew it could be like this.” A blush crawled across her cheeks as she stared up at me, wide-eyed awe relaxing her features. Gooseflesh broke out across her shoulders, and I pulled her closer, lending her my warmth.
I smiled, hardly able to imagine such a divine creature could feel that way about me. “Tell me what you need, Avery. I’ll give you anything.”Anything.If she asked me to send her home, in that moment, I would have been powerless to deny her and found a way. The thought of her possibly wanting that sent a shiver wracking through me, and I gently pinched her jaw, tilting her head up at me. “What do you wish? Tell me, and I will grant it.”
Her eyes flared, and she went stiff as if she seemed to understand the unstated meaning of my words. She searched my eyes for a long moment and said, “Hold me. That’s what I want.”
Obeying, I got to my feet and lifted her into my bed. I peeled my pants the rest of the way down my legs and crawled in next to her. As she drifted off to sleep with her head on my chest, her fingers tracing my scars, claiming me, a sense of wonderment bloomed in my chest. My wife, the other half of my heart, was here to stay. Against my mother’s carefully planned odds, I’d won.
Chapter 55
Avery
