Page 49 of Once Upon a Fable

One touch and I could be free.

Sucking in a harsh breath, giving myself over to the galloping beats of my heart, I swooped forward and wrapped my fingers around his hot erection. Not letting myself think, I opened my lips and sank his heat onto my tongue.

And

Everything

Changed.

He crumpled over me.

He let out a bone-aching grunt.

He stumbled and steadied himself, using me as support as his entire body became mine.

I was the one submitting, but somehow, he became my prisoner.

A crest of agonizing heat rushed through me, arching through my blood and pooling in my belly. My core clenched around nothing, drunk on his lust, becoming infected by his hunger.

I wasaffected.

I was wet and heavy and utterly intoxicated in the way he gave me everything.

My world narrowed down to one thing.

Him.

I sucked hard.

I squeezed my fingers and stroked his blazing cock.

He snarled and thrust, his erection slipping deeper into my mouth.

My other senses exploded into hyperawareness. He tasted fresh, like blue rivers and green grasslands. He smelled earthy, like bracken and forest undertones. He pulsed on my tongue, delivering a salty musk that punched me with sex and seduction.

Both his hands dived into my hair, dragging me onto him. Hismuscular belly pressed against my forehead. His chest rumbled with grunts and groans. His vocal appreciation of what I did to him spurred me forward, erasing my humiliation at sucking a stranger in return for my life.

He changed me.

He showed me that my body wasn’t on my side. That I could lust as dangerously as he. That I could want someone I couldn’t understand or tolerate. He taught me thatthiswas what I’d been missing.

This flair of dominance.

This threat of danger.

This delicious, disgusting power that drove me to my knees and allowed a monster to claim me.

“Fuck!” He threw his head back as I dragged my teeth along his cock. Tears rolled from my eyes as I fought my own battle of right and wrong. My breasts ached to be touched. My clit begged to be rubbed.

In a few manic moments, I’d become hotter and wetter than I’d ever been in my entire life.

Ihatedhim for that.

I hated myself even more.

I sucked him harder, faster, crueler.

I needed this over with...so I didn’t fall even deeper into this erotic nightmare.