Page 173 of Aftershock
Of fucking course I wouldn’t mind it if he bound and gagged me in the future, then railed me senseless.
On one condition.
That his trust in me would never waver again.
These thoughts run through my head on repeat as I stare at the face of the love of my life. He still lies on his side, still fills me, even if his cock is soft by now.
But he’s nowhere near calm. He’s asleep, yet there’s a line between his thick eyebrows. As if he can’t stop blaming himself for things he absolutely shouldn’t.
It’s killing me, how he aches to be worthy of me.
I’ve already told him he is. I’ve done my best to convince him with looks, pleas, and tears that he can do no wrong in my eyes.
Nothing gets through.
I sigh, pressing my gagged mouth to his. Needing more of him, I squeeze my thighs to get his cock a little harder inside me. I’ve done it over and over for however many hours we’ve been lying like this.
Feeling him thicken inside me comforts me. Having him there, long after he came, is a promise that nothing’s changed. That we, he and I, are solid.
I’m so comforted by it that drowsiness creeps in. My eyes flutter shut. My limbs grow heavy.
No!
That scream inside my head snaps me out of it, and I wriggle back until his cock slips out.
It takes a few seconds without him inside me before my mind clears. As soon as it does, I start working out a plan to save Alaric.
What move would be so drastic that it tears down his walls?
While I consider this, my gaze rakes over his handsome face. The sharp angles. The dark shadows under his eyes. The stubble that’s growing fast.
A whimper almost escapes me as I remember how it chafed my inner thighs. Along with Alaric’s ravenous tongue and fingers pleasuring my pussy, it drove me wild.
Focus!
Right.
“I’ll make you love me again. Starting with this.”
That’s it. That’s what I have to do.
Carve his name into my skin.
I have to do it.
Now.
Quietly, I remove the gag, then shift upward toward the scarf binding my wrist. With one arm and one leg already free, moving across the bed is finally possible.
A sense of triumph spreads beneath my skin like wildfire as the knot at my wrist loosens, the fabric giving way under my fingers.
And though it’s a start, I’m not out of the woods yet. Breath held, my attention splits between Alaric and my ankle as I undo the tie around it.
Close. Close, and…I’m there.
I catch my relieved sigh just in time, locking it inside as I slide off the bed.
Alaric’s cum drips down my thighs as I make my way to the kitchen. The desire to coat my fingers with his seed, then suck them dry is strong.
