Chapter 35
ADELINA
Cezar sensed something was wrong. I hadn’t told him about the mission. Maybe I should have, but I needed my head clear, and with him around, clarity was rare. I expected he’d be upset—just not this upset.
He stopped me before I could reach for the bag I’d packed, his fingers grabbing my arm with a shaking urgency. “Lina, no. Please. Can’t it wait until things are better?”
His “things” meant him. I wanted to reassure him, but I also couldn’t afford to let guilt dictate my moves.
“You’re not going to change my mind. This mission has to be handled, same as every other.
And I’ll be fine. I’ll come back.” I put weight into those last two words.
Too much of him had already bled because of me. I wasn’t adding more to my conscience.
It still wasn’t enough. He tightened his hold, refusal etched across every inch of his body. We’d drifted into the bedroom, the packed bag sitting between us.
I pried his fingers off. “Cezar,” I directed, nodding toward the bed, “let’s begin.”
He obeyed, the confusion evident on his face, but he followed my instructions. I walked over to the bag of toys and extracted a gag. It wasn’t an ordinary gag. It was a dildo gag. I hadn’t used it on him yet. He wanted to talk so badly, so I was going to make sure he couldn’t.
When I approached, he lifted his head to look at me, all height and muscle, even while wounded. I unbuckled the straps and brought the dildo up to his mouth.
He hesitated for a moment before parting his lips. “If you need to stop, three snaps,” I reminded him.
He nodded, and I pushed it in slowly.
His eyes watered immediately. His throat convulsed as he gagged around it, coughing hard, breath snagging. He squeezed his eyes shut and drew in air through his nose while I eased him down onto the mattress.
I tugged his sweatpants down, and he was rock hard. I swirled my tongue around the head, licking up the precum. Making my way onto my knees, I used my hand to stroke his cock as I continued to lick him.
After what I did to him earlier, his body was already tight with the promise of release. Cezar had incredible stamina most days, but edging him into madness had whittled his control down to nothing. His breathing staggered, then hitched. He coughed again, his arm coming up to shield his face.
I loved this version of him—stripped open, helpless, trying so hard to hold himself together for me. I took him deeper, feeling his body jerk as he tipped past the point of warning. He couldn’t tell me he was about to cum—and I didn’t want him to. I wanted to taste every ounce of him again.