As I breached the trees, intent on gaining perspective, only to hear her calling for them, I knew without a doubt if there was a God, I’d pissed Him off somehow, arranging my life the way I had without consulting Him with my plans. And the most brutal kick in the teeth was seeing her drenched in moonlight, calling desperately for them. It was then I knew I was too far past the point of His redemption.
The proof shone down on me—by way of her—the minute I again set my eyes on temptation. Her innocence taunting me, crippling any decency I had left in me to the point I wanted to erase it and set fire to her love for them. Because she wasn’t innocent, she’d singlehandedly destroyed everything by existing, and the evidence was glinting around her neck.
The minute she pushed back against my anger, just as furious, lips parting, eyes wide, I knew that I was being taunted for what I’d denied myself a hundred times or more. After years of resistance, of shoving compulsion aside, for them, for us, of keeping all the weaknesses I was susceptible to at bay, I wasn’t going to deny myself another fucking minute.
And with one taste of her, I discovered freedom.
The same freedom I feel now when I open my eyes to see her mouth surrounding me, her deep ocean eyes full of silent demands.
My strongest temptation and undoing. The only woman capable of satiating me. My nemesis and equal, my torment and love.
Unraveling with her has never felt so fucking good.
Wrapping my fist in her hair, I revel in the stretch of her lips around my cock and the moan vibrating in her throat.
My trésor has never been easily sated, no matter how often I do my job. She chokes on my girth undeterred and bobs her head, jaw clenched in determination, earning a groan from me. I sink into the feel, the perfect pressure of her wet mouth, propping my hand behind me for a better view. She releases me just as I thrust up, her lips lifting in a sultry smile as she fists me in her hand.
“Good morning, Mr. King,”
I can’t help the return lift of my lips. “It is.”
She claws my thighs, taking me to the back of her throat, and I drop back on my pillow, denying myself the buck of my hips, doing my best to restrain myself.
“Putain.” Fuck.
She dives again, and I grip her head and gaze down at her. The sight alone has me close. She’s completely naked, straddling one of my thighs, her perfect tits in view, nipples peaked as I run a hand over them before tracing the stretch of her lips.
“Tellement sexy.” So fucking sexy.
We’re back sexually, and I won’t last long this way. She sucks me to the tip before releasing me and again pumps me in her hand, her eyes expectant.
“Something on your mind, Mon Trésor?”
“Fuck me,” she says, her voice raw with desire. I run my fingers through her silky hair, unable to hide my smirk. “Collecting more dividends?”
“Precisely, and I’m not in the mood for conversation, King.” Chuckling, I lift her to my chest and claim her hungry mouth. A growl escapes my throat as I get lost in our kiss, in the feel of her tongue as it brushes against mine.
Any kiss we exchange has never been short of perfect, no matter the emotion behind it. She feeds me exactly how I need her to, without instruction or prompt. We’ve mapped each other’s bodies on an expert level, and reacquainting them fully the last two days has been nothing short of fucking paradise. The look in her eyes lets me know I left her hungry for far too long, a need I’m all too happy to remedy. Lifting her atop me, I stroke her wings as she runs her slit along the ridge of my cock before she guides me inside, sinking slowly until we lock.
Dominant need pulses through my veins, but it’s control I hand over as she bucks on top of me with the perfect amount of friction, just enough so if I thrust up, I’m rewarded in the best way.