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She screams into my mouth, her legs twitching as she climaxes and squirts all over us both. I can’t help but take her lower lip in between my teeth and bite down hard as my dick jerks inside her and I come with a deep groan of my own when her blood fills my mouth.

Lightening feels like it’s skating across my entire body, and I don’t think I’ve ever come this hard in my entire fucking life. It leaves me lightheaded, my hips jerking a little as I keep filling her with my cum.

Giving her a final lick over the bite, my heart pounding, I pull out, move down her body and fasten my mouth over her still pulsing pussy. She whines, gasping and arching her back as I lick and suck her, gathering my cum and hers. She’s so fucking messy it makes me rabid, and I glance up to find her trying to quieten her sounds in her upper arm. Poor, little, Princess.

Only when I feel her orgasm against my lips, giving me more of her delicious cum, do I stop, keeping the mix in my mouth and I surge over her, pressing our sweat slicked bodies together. My hand comes up to her cheeks, lightly pressing until she opens her mouth, then I lower my lips, passing our releases into her as I give her a filthy kiss.

She kisses me back, small, whimpering moans falling against my lips and tongue. I love the fucking taste of us both, mixed in with the copper from the bite on her lip.

“You are fucking mine, Princess,” I hiss between kisses. “I own you, we own you and you belong to us. Mine.” I can’t stop kissing her, hardly letting either of us breathe even though I need to get her hands untied. “And you fucking own us right back. We’re yours. For life.”

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

“FIND YOU” BY RUELLE

NOX

When I am finally able to slow down, we give each other languid, teasing kisses that I feel in my very bones. Reluctantly, I pull away, smiling when she gives a cute little whine. But I ignore it, knowing that she needs some care after the intensity of the scene we just had. My hands shake slightly as I reach up, untying the silk scarf around her eyes, placing gentle kisses on her closed eyelids and waiting for her to open them. When they do, they’re full of satisfaction and tiredness which makes my heart soar.

Carefully, I untie first one wrist, then the other, checking for any deep marks or numbness, then massaging each to make sure the blood is flowing properly. I bring each wrist to my lips, kissing where the fabric pressed against her skin.

“You did so good, Princess,” I murmur against her pulse point. “So fucking perfect for me.”

I look up when her breath hitches, catching her eyes filling with tears and have just enough time to bundle her into my arms before she bursts into tears. I hold her as she quietly cries, knowing that sometimes after such full on experiences, like the one we just shared, there can be a release of emotions.

“I-I’m so s-sorry,” she hiccups, and I shush her.

“No need to be sorry, Princess. This is all perfectly normal after an intense scene like the one we just had. You cry as much as you need to until it’s all out. I’m not going anywhere.”

She settles against me more, letting me look after her and something in my chest goes tight at the way she allows me this. holding her and making sure she’s okay fulfils something in me that I’ve only now just realised I was missing. It’s not like I’ve not done much aftercare before, or at least tried to. But with her it just feels different.

Soon her cries quieten, and I pull away enough just so I can look into those gorgeous fucking eyes of hers. “Better?”

She sniffs, then nods. “So much. Thank you, Nox.” Her brows crease. “Is there anything that I can do for you? Look after you in any way?”

This fucking woman.

“No, baby. Letting me care for you is all I need,” I tell her, pushing her sweat-slicked hair off her face. “Which means it’s shower time, but I want you to drink some water first. You need to keep hydrated after the amount you just lost.”

Her nose wrinkles in the most adorable fucking way, no doubt because we are both in the massive fucking wet patch that she created.

Leaning over, I grab the bottle of water off her nightstand and opening it, bring it to her swollen lips. A flare of pride fills me when I see the bruise already forming on her lower lip from my bite. She opens her mouth, letting me give her some water, and again, that warmth fills me up.

She turns her face away when she’s had enough, and I’ll allow it but only because I’ll make sure she has more before we go to sleep.

“Shower next, beautiful,” I tell her, sliding her out of my arms so I can get out of bed then help her off too. Her legs wobble as she stands on them, making me chuckle.

“I think you broke my vagina,” she grumbles, and I can’t stop the bark of laughter that escapes me. She winces when she takes a step. “It’s not funny! I can’t walk.”

“Then my work here is done, Princess,” I purr, delighting in the shudder my words cause. Taking pity on my poor Petal, I bend down, scooping her up into my arms, bridal style. She gives a little squeak, but soon settles and wraps her arms around me.

“This shall be your penance,”she tells me as I walk across her room to the large en-suite bathroom. “You shall henceforth carry me wherever I need to go.”

My lips stretch into a wide grin as she giggles, swinging her legs a little.

“Is that so?” I muse, turning sideways as I walk us into the bathroom.

“By royal decree, I am your Princess after all, right? So that means I’m the one in charge.” She puffs out her gorgeous tits, and I can’t even deny her words because this girl has me by the balls and I don’t even fucking care.