Still, he backed off, removing his mouth from her mound. His dick was pulsing painfully, but he wasn’t ready for her to come. Not yet.
She let out such a sweet sound of protest. And his cock leaked, begging to be put to use.
But he told himself and her, “Hold on. As bad as I want this, I don’t want to hurt you.”
Her writhing hips stilled. “You already hurt me. Tonight…”
She let out a shaky breath. “Tonight was so painful.”
No, he wouldn’t apologize. But her quiet admission ripped through him.
She had never admitted to being upset. She’d taken the revenge he meted out with prideful eyes and zero tears.
And she was his blood debt. There was no way around that. But as hard as he’d plotted this revenge, he somehow both relished what he’d wrought and hated that he hurt her.
“I know it was, ma belle,” he said, caressing the knee she still had draped over his shoulder. “But when we’re together like this, there won’t be any pain. Just pleasure. I promise you that. And the one thing you’ve never seen me do is break a promise.”
Silence. He could almost hear her replaying the tape in her head of every moment she’d spent in his throne room to assess if that were true. She must not have found anything that countered her claim.
Instead of challenging him, she pointed out, “In books, it always hurts the first time.”
“It don’t have to,” he assured her. “I’ll show you. Take this finger…”
He pressed one finger into her sweet cunt, testing. Merde, she was tight. But slick enough from his earlier attentions. And instinctive.
She arched into his finger with a little mewl. And he rewarded her for her responsiveness with another finger.
“You like that?” he asked, running the pad of his thumb lightly over her button.
A sharp intake of breath. Then she bit her lip and nodded. Like an innocent girl who was afraid she’d done something bad.
“It’s alright. The punishment is over. It’s okay, to feel good here with me now.”
He was telling her. But he was also telling himself.
All the shit that had gotten them to this place fell away as he focused solely on making her feel good. Of getting her ready to take him without pain.
Outside of this bed, she was a pawn. The ultimate piece in his game of revenge. But inside of it…
Mine.
The word whispered across his mind. Forbidden and selfish. But he couldn’t deny the possessiveness that had nothing to do with that tattoo.
It didn’t matter why. She had saved herself for him. And that meant, she was his. His to take care of this first time. His to pleasure. His not to hurt.
Maudit, he had to taste her again. He replaced his thumb with his mouth, fingers pumping as he noted—and relished—the way her pussy pulsed around his tongue.
Soon her breaths began to quicken. “Hades? Oh, God. Oh, God. I’m going to…don’t stop. Please, don’t…”
She sounded scared, and bastard that he was, he answered by sucking on her engorged flesh. And this time, when she bucked and cried out, he didn’t back off. He continued to abuse that little clittie until she tensed and pressed her pussy into his mouth with a breathy scream.
Afterward, she surprised him with a sound he’d never heard before. Her laughter, sweet and clear. As if everything that’d gone wrong tonight had suddenly been made right.
Still, she grimaced when she got over her giggling fit. “Okay, that was not how I expected my response to my first orgasm to go. I also promised myself I wouldn’t be loud, like a few of the other women you’d brought up in here. I guessed I lied.”
Hades stilled. She’d thought about this? Thought about us doing this together enough to make herself promises she couldn’t keep.
What other women? Their faces instantly disappeared from his memory. There was only her now.
