Page 125 of Bound By Blood and Lies

“Green, Sir.”

Pride curls warmly through my chest at how naturally she answers me. My fingers slide slowly up her spine before hooking beneath the clasp of herstrapless bra. I pause briefly before I undo the clasp and the strap loosens against her skin. Her breasts spill free as the fabric falls away and the air seizes in my throat.They’vechanged again. Heavier with our baby growing in her and the thought makes me feral.

“Fucking hell,” I murmur.

My hand brushes lightly over the curve of her waist before I step back around in front of her again.‘Girls Need Love by Summer Walker’starts filtering softly through the speakers whilst I crouch down and pick up the feather. Fae watches me carefully through lowered lashes as I drag it gently across the slope of her shoulder. Goose pimplesimmediatelyrise across her skin. I trace it lower. Across her collarbone. Between the swell of her breasts beforebackup her throat again.

Slow.

Unhurried.

Like I have all the time in the world to relearn her body.

Her breathing turns shakier with every pass of the feather until eventually I lean forward and kiss her softly. I swallow her quiet little sound before pulling back and standing to my full height in front of her. Her eyes follow me the entire way up. My fingers move to the button of my trousers, and her eyes darken as they stay fixed on me as I push my trousers open. The look on her face alone nearly destroys what little control I have left.

“Look at you,” I murmur quietly.

My hand settles against her jaw, thumb brushing softly across her bottom lip before I tilt her face upwards. Her mouth opens and her pink tongue sticks out as I grab the base of my throbbing cock and gently caress her mouth with the tip.

“You’re perfect Tinkerbell.”

She moans as I shove my dick deep and hard in the back of her mouth, before gagging around it as I quickly pull back. The feel of her hot, tight throat makes me grit my teeth and groan at how wet and perfect she feels. I push in slower this time and her eyes look up at me with so much love and trust.

“That’s it,” I mumble as my fingers slide through her hair. “You’re such a good girl.”

I feel my cock breach the back of her throat as she gags again and my hands tighten in her hair. I grit my teeth. Her face goes red under the lack of oxygen, but she stays pliable under my palms, and I pull back before diving in deep again. I thrust harder, faster, andlosemyself to the sensation of fucking her tight throat. A moan falls out of me as and I tip my head back. Sweat drips down my back as I feel the telltale signs of my orgasm building and reluctantly pull back. The last thing I want is to waste this moment by cominginher mouth. My chest heaves.

I bend down quickly and haul her upright against me, my movements are rushed and messy as the control I had carefully built starts slipping through my fingers. I need her closer. Needskin instead of barriers. My hands fumble with the rest of her clothes, dragging fabric down her body with nowhere near the patience I had seconds ago. Fae squeaks out a surprised laugh as I nearly trip over my owntrousersand a rough chuckle leaves me at how completelyferalI must look right now.

“Shut up,” I mutter breathlessly before grabbing her face and pulling her into me.

Her tongue tangles with mine whilst I kiss her hard enough to steal the breath from both of us and she moans into my mouth before I pull back. I turn her toward the bed before pushing her down onto the mattress faster than I intended. The cuffs shift awkwardly beneathherand a sharp cry leaves her lips.

Every part of me freezes instantly.

“Shit,” I bark, stumbling over myself to get back to her. Panic punches through my chest as I reach for her shoulders carefully. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine!” she blurts out.

“You’re not fine,” I snap. “I could’ve fucking dislocated your shoulder.”

“I’m GREEN, Roman,” she huffs impatiently. “Very fucking green. Now stop spiralling and fuck yourfiancée.”

I just stare at her. Then a disbelieving laugh breaks out of me as I drop my forehead briefly against hers.

“You are genuinely insane,” I mutter.

“Not insane,” she breathes against my mouth, “very fuckinghorny.”

“Oh yeah?” I murmur, “with attitude as well?”

She glares at me from the bed.

“I was going to let you have what you wanted,” I say as I climb over her, “but I don’t think that attitude deserves rewarding.”

She growls and I chuckle again as I reposition her carefully toward the middle of the mattress before lowering myselfbetween her thighs. My mouth connects with her cunt, and the taste is like the sweetest honey in the world. I harden my tongue as I circle her clit in a figure of eight before softening it slightly and kissing it like a starving man finally being fed. Every sound she makes goes straight through me.

“Stay still,” I warn quietly.