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She wails as I do so, and when I pinch a second time, my tongue pushing into her pussy, she jerks, her hips moving helplessly. I keep going, working her up, licking her clit before pinching it, then licking at it again.

Words fall out of her mouth, soft pleas then demands, then my name, over and over again. It sounds like music to me, like prayers, and I’m the god she’s praying to, and with her writhing in my grip, I feel like one.

But a god has his own needs and I’m impatient, so with one last lick and pinch, I send her over the edge, her screams bouncing off the walls as I taste the sweetness of her orgasm on my tongue.

Chapter Twenty-Five

ASTRID

I lean back against the bathroom wall, still shaking from the aftershocks of the orgasm Lucien’s just given me. My thighs are trembling, my pussy still pulsing as he lifts his head from between my legs.

His eyes burn, a tiger’s hunger glittering in them, and every part of me tightens. I might be done, but he isn’t.

He’s wrecked me, though, with his tongue and the grip of his hands, with his teeth and the rough nips and pinches, giving me the sweet edge of pain to make everything burn so bright.

A dim part of me notes that I’ll probably have bruises on my inner thighs at some point, but I don’t care. I want those bruises. I want his marks. He told me that I was his; and God help me, but I want to be.

My legs are still spread apart, my pussy exposed as he slowly gets to his feet, straightening to his full height and gazing down at the wreck he’s made of me. There’s a taut expression on his face, yet I see the spark of satisfaction in his eyes. He’s pleased that he did this to me. He likes me spread open and helpless from the pleasure he gave me.

He scoops me up in his arms and turns, striding out of the bathroom with me held against his chest, heading for the living room. He’s warm and hard, and he smells of darkness and disinfectant, and I can hear the beat of his heart, strong and steady.

I can’t stop shaking, but it’s the aftershocks and the anticipation of what he’s going to do now. Of how else he’s going to wreck me, and how I’ll let him, because even though I thought I was done, I’m not.

I want more of him. I want more of this. I don’t know what will happen afterwards, but I’m not going to think about it now. I’m with him now.

In the living room, he deposits me onto the floor in front of the fire. “On your knees,” he orders, dark and rough. “Time to return the favour, Tinkerbell. Your mouth is mine and I’m going to own it.”

My mouth? What? Oh. Right.

My heart pounds, my breathing accelerating. Blow jobs have always sounded vaguely distasteful to me, but now I’m trembling all over and my pussy is throbbing at the thought of his hard demand, and I’m sinking to my knees before I’m even conscious of it.

He takes my hair in one of his fists and holds on as he flicks open the top button of his jeans, pulling down the zipper of his fly with the other. The hard ridge of his cock pushes against the black cotton of his briefs, and my mouth waters. He’s a delectable treat waiting for me. He reaches down and frees himself, one hand gripping his shaft. The sight of the tattoos on his fingers as they curl around his cock is so erotic that a wave of hunger hits me, so strong I’m almost panting.

“I haven’t done this before,” I say huskily, needing to tell him so he doesn’t expect me to blow his mind along with his dick.

He’s so tall, towering over me, his hand tight in my hair. I’m totally at his mercy and yet his hard cock is a testament to the fact that maybe he’s at mine.

“I know you haven’t.” His voice is rough, guttural. “I’ll tell you what to do. Now. Open up.”

I do it, holding his gaze as he guides his cock into my mouth, a whimper escaping as I taste him. He’s salty, his skin hot and smooth, and my heartbeat is loud in my ears. He pushes in slowly, watching me as I take him, going deeper and I groan helplessly.

“Suck me,” he orders and I close my lips around him, trembling as he draws his hips back, sliding his cock out then in again, even deeper this time.

I can’t believe how good he tastes and it’s such a turn on to watch the flame in his eyes burn hotter and hotter. His cock is long and wide, and with his next thrust the head brushes the back of my throat, making my eyes water. The discomfort only makes me wetter.

“Too much?” he asks, watching me intently.

I shake my head, blinking furiously, possessed by the sudden urge to take him even deeper, prove myself to him some way, show him that I’m not the scared little virgin I was a couple of nights ago. And maybe I will blow his goddamned mind after all.

“Good.” The word is even rougher. “Then take more.” And he thrusts deeper, a moan vibrating in the back of my throat as he does so.

This is trust, I can’t help but think. The most vulnerable part of him is in my mouth and I could hurt him, really hurt him if I wanted to. But he’s trusting me not to do that, whether he understands that or not, and the thought makes me glow inside like a light being switched on.

I raise my hands and grip his powerful thighs to steady myself, and I give him the edge of my teeth, just lightly along the side of his cock, then swirl my tongue around the head. He sucks in a harsh breath, his hand in my hair painful, making my pussy throb. “Fuck,” he growls. “Yes. Use your teeth.”

So I do, gripping him tightly, working his shaft, sucking him hard as his thrusts get faster and faster. He’s testing my gag reflex and there are tears running down the side of my cheeks as my eyes water, but I don’t want him to stop. I want to make him come the way he made me come that night in my bed. Using only my mouth. I want to undo him the way he undid me.

The look in his eyes is a bright flame and his other hand spears into my hair, holding my head steady as he continues to fuck my mouth harder and faster. “I’m going to come,” he says. “And you’re going to swallow every drop, understand me?”