Page 394 of Once Upon a Fable

The pleasure was far, far too much. Too intense. Too wicked. Too incredible.

His palm landed on my belly, pushing me back down as his tongue explored me, taking his time, plunging deep, successfully driving me out of my damn mind.

I couldn’t talk. I could onlyfeel.

Feel every lash of his tongue, every hot breath on my core, every inch of his mouth.

My thighs tried to close around his head as the intensity became too much.

My back arched again as he drove his tongue inside me, his large hand splaying over my stomach and keeping me pinned for his taking.

My fingers dived into his tangled hair, tugging for more, trying to push away for a reprieve.

He wound me up.

He took me, worshiped me, ensuring I would always remember his tongue inside me.

A full-body clench rippled through me as he flicked my clit and bit gently.

My orgasm didn’t stand a chance.

It exploded outward as he thrust his tongue back inside, driving in and out, keeping pace with my body as it rippled around his invasion.

The pleasure banded outward, wringing me out.

When the last shockwave faded, I sucked in a heavy breath.

The room spun.

Everything that’d happened seemed disjointed and incomprehensible. Just a few days ago, Kas had run away from me because everything we felt for one another threatened to break him further.

Now...now, he’d granted me the best release of my life and stood on his knees between my legs, his hand hesitantly gripping his erection.

I stopped breathing as I looked up the delectable power of his ripped body. I ignored all the scars. I refused to see the many, many marks he’d been layered with. I just focused on the perfection of this moment.

The moment Kas claimed ownership of his body.

His skin glazed with more sweat as he pumped himself once. He trembled, rocking a little on his knees as his hand worked up and down on his cock.

His eyes darkened with lust as well as nausea.

He shook harder as he fought with whatever conditioning kept him trapped. With a heavy exhale, he let himself go with a shudder.

Falling forward, he braced himself with his hands on either side of my head. He inhaled as he swayed, his eyes snapping closed as if he fought the urge to pass out.

My heart stopped as his skin turned white.

I braced myself for him to fall unconscious on top of me. But he grimaced and fisted the sheets, every muscle clenched as he fought it.

Finally, he shook his head and opened his eyes, latching onto mine with fresh pain. “I’ve made more progress than I thought possible, but I...” He swallowed hard as if confessing physically hurt him. “I can’t make myself come. Not tonight. I need more time.” His eyes ran over my mouth. Shadows had crept back into his gaze. Shadows of the past and failure.

I didn’t want him to suffer anymore.

Sitting upright, I wrapped my hands around his nape and pulled him down with me. I shivered as his heavy, warm weight pinned me to the bed. “Come in me. Take me. We have all the time in the world.”

He shuddered.

His mouth found mine.