Chapter 31
Rosabel La Rouge
Present day
My eyes opened slowly, but I must have woken up in a dream because they insisted that Taland was sitting cross-legged in front of me, biting into an apple. At ease. Comfortable. Smiling.
A more beautiful view had probably never existed.
All my thoughts had slowed down as they did in dreams, which was the second hint that this wasn’t real.
Except when he reached out his hand and touched the tip of my nose, he felt exactly as Taland did—a charge of electricity that went straight to my heart to make its beat accelerate.
“What are you doing here, sweetness?”
His voice was as soft as his touch.
And he was most definitely real .
My instincts were already fired up. I sat up with a jolt, half of me convinced that I couldn’t breathe even though I could feel the air going down my throat, expanding my lungs. The darkness was just as all-consuming as I remembered the last time I was awake, and Taland was really there, smiling as he ate his apple.
“What…what…what the hell did you do ?!”
It took me a couple of tries to get the words out, only because I was still shocked at the image my mind was replaying for me—of Ben lying on the floor, Blackfire magic coming out of his mouth.
That certainly surprised Taland. “What did I do with what?”
I blinked at him—the audacity of this guy. “With me! ” I cried out, holding onto the tree to get to my feet because I needed to keep moving. I needed to release some of this tension that was apparently still right there where I left it when I passed out by this trunk.
“What did you do, Taland?! I almost killed a man with Blackfire magic— I almost killed him!” My voice became higher with every word. The more the realization sunk in, the more the idea that I had really killed Ben, left him for dead in that room, the more my panic grew.
Taland’s smile dropped all the way when he stood up, too, throwing the half-eaten apple behind him. His face was completely transformed from a moment ago, and if I had to pick a name for him right now, I’d say a murderous sociopath would do it justice.
“You almost killed a man,” he said in barely a whisper.
And it pissed me off even more that he was so calm. “Yes, damn it, yes! What the hell did you do to me?!”
He arched a perfect brow. “What were you doing when that happened, Rosabel?”
A step forward. Ugh, I hated it when he used my full name like that .
“What were you doing to the man you almost killed?”
Goose bumps rushed down my arms.
Holy shit, this was the reason why he’d asked me if I’d killed someone accidentally, why he’d been so certain that I had never been with anyone else. This was the reason!
Angry. It made me so damn angry I saw red. And despite the urge to lower my head and say something like, none of your business, I looked him dead in the eyes and said, “I was in the process of taking his shirt off.”
If I thought he’d turned into a murderous sociopath before, he was a straight up psycho now. His jaws locked and his head lowered, his eyes darkened and his fists tightened at his sides.
Fuck, I hated seeing him like that, and a part of me even insisted that I should be afraid of him, that this was the moment he killed me for real, that he avenged his freedom that I took.
Except this was Taland, and I still couldn’t process him as an enemy. It would possibly be the death of me, that very thing, but I couldn’t. So, I held his eyes despite how hard it was, and I kept my chin raised until he spoke.
“You kissed him,” he whispered, voice just as low.
“I almost killed him when I did,” I said through gritted teeth, and suddenly he was right in front of me.
“But you kissed him,” he insisted.
“Yes, Taland, I kissed him. And I was going to do more things to him, but then he stopped fucking breathing !” I said in a rush, desperate to get the words out, afraid I wouldn’t have the balls to say them if I gave it more thought.
His hand was suddenly around the back of my neck as he looked into my eyes. “Are you trying to make me kill every male player in this game—is that it? Do you want me to spill all their blood tonight, sweetness? Because it sounds to me like you do.”
I couldn’t believe my own ears.
“Don’t you dare, you prick!” I pushed him. I put my back to it, too, and I couldn’t even move him a single inch. “I almost killed a man! How can you not think that’s serious—I almost?—”
“Serious?!” he cut me off, laughing like a fucking maniac all of the sudden. “Oh, I do consider this very serious, and you should as well.” His other hand was around my neck, and he came closer until our noses touched. “You are not allowed to touch other men, Rosabel. Do you understand me? You are not allowed to kiss other men.”
His voice had transformed into something animalistic.
I grabbed his hands and this time when I pushed them off me and stepped back, he let me. “You’re not my parent, Taland. You’re not my boyfriend. You’re not my anything , and you almost made me?—”
He was right in front of me again, looking like he really might go around killing every person with a dick between their legs any second now.
“A murderer?” he cut me off. “Is that what you were going to say? I almost made you a murderer?” That insane, mad smile on his lips again as he looked at mine. “But you already are. You’ve killed before. No matter what you look like, you’re poison, sweetness—that’s what you do. Kiss another man, if you have to, to convince yourself of it. I promise you, nothing’s going to change.”
His every word was a stab in my gut. Tears in my eyes and he was close enough to see them, but I wasn’t going to let them spill, at least. “What the hell did you do to me, Taland?” I said, no longer bothering to move away. I could see my reflection in his eyes—they’d become that dark—and he wasn’t going to give me any space, so why try?
“A simple spell,” the asshole said, his eyes burning holes in my lips. “One that’s fairly easy to do when you’re someone’s first, as I was yours.” Fucking hell, that smile… “You kiss other men—or women, for that matter—and the air in their lungs becomes Blackfire magic. Your saliva activates it, sweetness, and the closer you are to them, the more violently the magic tries to come out of them, killing them in the process.”
Yeah, impossible to stop the tears from falling now.
“Fucking prick,” I whispered with barely any voice because how could I speak now?
“Oh, I’m much worse than that,” Taland said, bringing his hand up to my chin, raising my head so he could see me. So he could see the tears sliding down my cheeks. Wipe them away. “You belong to me, and nobody touches what’s mine.” He caught all my tears with his thumbs. “At least not for long without dying.”
I slapped him.
It was instinct—and that smile on his face. That cocky fucking smile that said he’d won, that I could never beat him. That he was ahead of me, ahead of everything and everyone, and he truly believed the words he said—that I was his and nobody else in the world could have me. It wasn’t my choice—it was his. He’d claimed me and there was nothing I could do about it.
But I could slap him, and the sound of it, the stinging of my palm, the way his head flew to the side, felt mighty good.
Until he turned to me again, rubbing his cheek, still smiling. “My feisty little Rose…”
Goddess-damn him .
“Take it off me,” I spit. “Whatever you did to me—take it off, now !”
He’d done some sort of a forbidden spell, I was sure. Nothing I’d learned about in school, or while I was an agent. I’d never heard of something like that being done to another person, and I didn’t care where he found that fucking spell or how he managed it—I just wanted it off me.
“No,” said Taland, so calm you’d think he wasn’t the same person as a minute ago.
“Taland, I’m not joking,” I said through gritted teeth.
“Neither am I.” He still rubbed his cheek and watched me, now the darkness of his eyes transformed into something else.
Something like lust .
My stomach twisted. “You can’t do this, damn it.” He couldn’t just claim me and brand me with his magic—he couldn’t!
He calmly said, “I can, and I did.” He absolutely had. “Come now, sweetness. I think you need some rest.”
This time I was the one laughing like a maniac. “I’m not going anywhere with you!”
And, yes, I realized where we were, and that the sky was dark and no cloud was in sight, and that I could not get the key of this challenge without magic, but I didn’t care. I wasn’t going anywhere with this obnoxious prick who, apparently, owned me for real.
“Yes, you are,” said Taland.
“I’m not .” I crossed my arms in front of my chest. If he thought he was a stubborn guy, he was about to be introduced to a whole new level.
“You really, really are, sweetness,” he said, and his smile just stretched wider and wider, like he enjoyed this. Like he was genuinely loving every second.
“I’m really not, asshole. I don’t need you.” And so what that that was a lie?
“I think we both know that you do,” Taland said. “Come on, I have a place you can rest. I’ve been searching for bodies and I’m very close to finding one buried not too long ago. You can lie down while you wait.”
He said all of this with a straight face.
“ Fuck. You! ” I shouted because he was that frustrating.
“You sure about that?” he said with a mischievous little grin.
Impossible. He was fucking impossible—and I was already tired.
“Just go away, Taland. Forget the deal we made. Leave me alone,” I said, and I was actually going to turn around and walk away, back to the buildings at the edge of the field, back to Erfes to trade more of my weapons, and to Refiq to see what the hell was taking so long—but Taland had other plans.
One step back, I took. Just one step back and he was in front of me, and then I was upside down, hanging over his shoulder.
For a second there, no voice left me, no thoughts made any sense. My mind was made of white noise because what just happened was way too absurd to believe.
The fucker had grabbed me and put me over his shoulder, and now he was walking away with me.
“Taland!” I said in a breathless, shaky voice. “Put me down!”
“No can do, sweetness. Just relax. We’re close,” he calmly said, his arm wrapped tightly around my thighs while my face slammed against the small of his back with each step.
“Are you serious ?!” Because he couldn’t be. He was going to carry me on his fucking shoulder because I refused to go with him?!
“I’m always serious,” he said. “Steady…”
Fuck that. “Put me down, Taland. Right now—put me down!” That I even had to tell him this was beyond me.
“No.”
“Put. Me. Down!” I tried again, even knowing his answer wasn’t going to change.
“No.”
I slammed both my fists onto his back.
He laughed.
“Taland, you’re being ridiculous—let go of me!” And I thrashed my legs, too.
All that did was earn me a slap on my ass, so hard it stung, but the asshole didn’t let me go.
For a moment there, I considered reaching for my weapons. He deserved to be stabbed in the back, literally this time. I could shoot him in the foot, too. That would do it—he’d have no choice but to let go of me then.
But I couldn’t. Even though he might be the most frustrating being on the planet, I couldn’t stab him or shoot him while he carried me across the field to the darkness on the other side. I just continued to hit him and thrash and demand he put me down, and he continued to tell me no and slap my ass and laugh.
Had I had my magic, all of this would have been over in an instant.
Had I had my magic, I could have made him trip easily, and he’d have had no choice but to let go.
It didn’t last long, though. By the end, I gave up the struggle and just hung there on his shoulder, his ass right there below my head, and I was considering slapping the hell out of it, too, when we walked inside somewhere.
I hadn’t bothered to keep my head up to see where we were going, but it was a building with a lot of open space, it seemed, because the sound of Taland’s footsteps as he took us up the concrete stairway echoed eternally—or so it seemed to me. The air was colder, and it was darker here, so dark I couldn’t see anything.
Until we reached the third or fourth floor, and a little light slipping through an opening in the wall—an opening, not a window, like someone had taken off a chunk of the building and forgot to cover it up.
Then Taland slapped my ass again, for no fucking reason, and it echoed, that sound. It echoed and I was ready to scream my guts out at him, but the next second he bent over and put me down on my feet.
The world tilted in front of my eyes, then fell into place. His smiling face was in front of me, and he looked so young, so carefree, so mischievous my heart hurt a little.
Then I made to slap him again.
He saw it coming this time, though. My hand was an inch away from his cheek when he grabbed me by the wrist and stopped me, smiling still.
“You’re tired, sweetness. You really need to rest,” he said and pointed behind him—at the single mattress on the concrete floor of the naked room. Near it was an old, dusty lamp, and a hay basket full of green apples.
“And you need to get the hell away from me,” I said, meaning to move back, except he still had his hand around my wrist, so he pulled me toward him with ease.
“Not going to happen,” he simply said. “Don’t make me carry you again. ”
“I am not going?—”
Just like that, I was upside down again, hanging over his shoulder. The asshole walked up to the mattress and threw me on it.
He threw me on the fucking mattress.
I could have screamed.
Instead, I jumped to my feet again, determined to fight until I passed out, and Taland wasn’t smiling anymore. But this time, when he threw me on the bed again, he fell with me. On top of me. Pinned me to the mattress with his arms and legs. Refused to let me move.
Fuck, I was dying.
“Get off me,” I said through gritted teeth, trying but failing to push him off.
“Stop moving first,” Taland said.
“No! You don’t get to throw me around like this, damn it! Get the hell off me!”
“Calm down, and I will.”
Fuck that. I continued to demand he let me go, and he continued to tell me to calm down, and we went at it like that for at least five minutes.
By the end of it, I really was exhausted and in need of some rest. I just…gave up. I stopped talking. Stopped moving, stopped trying to push him off.
He stopped, too.
My eyes were closed and I was breathing heavily. My hair stuck to my forehead from sweat. Every inch of Taland’s body was pressed against every inch of mine, and my heart was beating everywhere, in my chest and gut and throat and ears.
Fuck, I’d missed the feel of his body on mine so much. He had his hands on my wrists, pinning my arms to the mattress, and his legs were over mine still, even though I’d stopped fighting. He wasn’t getting off me.
By Iris, I didn’t want him to, even though a million things were spinning in my head.
“I almost killed a man because of you,” I whispered because I still couldn’t think straight because of it.
“He’ll be just fine,” he muttered under his breath.
My eyes squeezed shut and I turned my head to the side, and he didn’t hesitate to rest his forehead to my temple.
“What the hell were you thinking, Taland? You can’t just do that to me without me even knowing about it.” I was too exhausted to be pissed off right now, but I was having trouble believing that he’d really done that.
“I can’t fucking stand the idea of another man’s hands on you. Of your lips on someone else’s. I can’t stand it.” He pressed himself to me harder, and it was a miracle I stopped the moan when he moved his head and pressed his lips on my jawline. “ Never .”
“You have no right—” I started, though there really was no part of me willing to fight at this point. Not anymore.
The way he felt stripped me of everything .
“I have whatever right I want to have,” the asshole cut me off. “I told you that you could only ever be mine the first time we were together, sweetness. I meant it. It’s not my fault if you didn’t believe me.”
Fuck, he was so frustrating—and he planted kisses all the way up to my earlobe as he spoke.
Stupid, stupid me didn’t move away still.
“You’re not even sorry,” I whispered, more to myself than to him, as my body continued to relax while he kissed my cheek lazily, slowly, as if I wasn’t in charge of it at all anymore. All that anger was gone. All of it—disappeared .
He chuckled, then raised his head a bit. Impossible not to open my eyes and look at him.
“Not for a second.”
“You—”
He slammed his lips to mine and kissed me.
This was the part where I should have forced myself to try for one last time to get him off me. Save some dignity. Just do the thing I knew was right and get myself as far away from this guy who’d put a fucking magical chastity belt on me, and I had never even realized it.
He wasn’t sorry about it. He wasn’t sorry that I’d almost killed a guy by kissing him. He simply couldn’t care less.
And now I couldn’t care less, either, because he was kissing me, and it was everything a kiss was supposed to be. It was fireworks and colors and magic inside my body, the stuff fairytales were made of.
So, I caved. So pathetically easy, I caved, and I kissed him back. I needed him too much to resist anymore. I wanted him with every fiber of my being.
But he stopped.
He raised his head way too soon.
His lips, warm and red and so fucking soft, were what was keeping me together right now. I held back from crying out in complaint only barely.
Taland looked down at me, our noses less than an inch apart, our chests rising and falling rapidly, becoming one before they moved back again. Our hearts beat at the same speed.
He looked tortured. Tormented. Eyes bloodshot and teeth gritted as he still tried to call to his senses. I’d given up on that fight, but he still had some common sense left, I hoped. I prayed that he would be the one to stop, to get off me, get out of this room or this building all by himself. Right now, before it was too late.
I betrayed you. I put you in prison. You’re forever wanted because of me. I am not to be trusted— all of these things that I couldn’t say with words, but I tried to say them with my eyes.
Please, please, please don’t let us do this.
Taland closed his eyes and growled low in his throat, his fingers around my wrists tightening so much he could break my bones if he wanted.
But he didn’t.
“Damn it, sweetness, you’re my fucking ruin.”
He kissed me again.
We were both doomed.
Taland let go of my wrists. I no longer even pretended to be thinking about doing the right thing. I didn’t try to call to the rational part of my brain— what brain? I just wrapped my arms around his neck, and wrapped my legs around his hips, and I wasn’t about to let go even if the end of the world happened right outside that window.
I kissed him back with my everything, the way I only ever did in my dreams and fantasies. Our tongues clashed and we bit into each other’s lips, and we tasted each other thoroughly like we’d been starved until this moment. The tension that had been in the air since he threw me on this bed only grew, but now it had a different taste—that of our desire.
Taland pressed his hips down on me and I moaned into his mouth, the feel of his hard cock against my throbbing center a miracle on its own. Iris, how I needed to feel him on every inch of my body. How I yearned to belong to him completely the way I used to.
“Taland,” I whispered, pulling his hair, but I wasn’t sure whether I was trying to push him back a bit or pull him closer. “Taland, clothes…” I barely managed to say before he claimed my lips again, moaning and growling, so damn sexy I was burning from the inside.
His hands moved lower, and he grabbed my boobs, squeezed hard, pressing his hips down on me again as he did. I rubbed myself against his hard cock faster while I pushed that heavy leather jacket down his shoulders. I couldn’t take it off all the way, though, because he refused to let go of me as we kissed, refused to get up and take these clothes off us faster, and instead slipped a hand under my shirt. He went up and under my bra, and closed his hand around my boob, squeezing and twisting my nipple between his fingers until I was seconds away from coming.
“So fucking delicious,” he murmured when my head fell back and my hips shot up and he continued to trail kisses down my neck and to my collarbone. “Fucking hell, sweetness, you’re just as soft as I remembered.”
A growl and his other hand moved under me, to my ass. He grabbed me and pulled me up as he pushed himself down so hard it hurt.
“Please,” was all I knew how to whisper, grabbing at his hair, pushing down his jacket until he finally let go of me and let me take it off completely. He still had a shirt on, and I had plenty of fabric on me, too, but it was one step closer, so I wasn’t complaining. Especially when both his hands were under my shirt and he was reaching for my breasts again, masterful fingers around my nipples, and his mouth closed on mine with a brand-new urge.
Fuck, he felt so good. It wasn’t fair that he could disarm me so easily, that I could throw everything away the moment I felt him on me. It wasn’t fair, but I knew that it was going to be worth it, anyway. No matter what happened after, this I would have in my memories forever.
“Let go,” Taland whispered, trying to push himself off me, but I refused to unlock my legs from around his hips.
“No,” I said, panicked—was he trying to kill me? Because I’d die for real if he stopped now.
“I need to take your clothes off, sweetness. If you don’t let me, I’ll have to rip them off you,” he said, that voice of his thick and dark and smoky, so fucking delicious.
I wanted to tell him, do it, rip them all to shreds! but then I’d have nothing to wear. I had no choice but to force my legs apart with all my will. No choice but to force my arms from around his neck, and let Taland rise to his knees, take his body away from mine.
It was torture, especially since he moved so damn slowly.
“Just get them off,” I urged, pushing myself up so he could take my jacket off, then my holsters and sheaths.
“We’re in no hurry, sweetness. Don’t rush me,” he said, taking the hem of my shirt and pulling it up. I eagerly raised my arms to help him get it off me faster, but…
“Do you have any idea how many times I’ve thought about this?” he whispered, slowly revealing more and more skin as he continued to pull my shirt up. With every new inch of me, his growl became deeper.
Finally, the shirt was off me and he threw it away. His eyes became even more bloodshot as he took in my boobs, ran his hands from my collarbone and down to them, squeezing over the bra.
I barely held myself up with my shaking arms. My mouth opened with a moan, and Taland looked at my lips like he was suddenly possessed, then slipped his middle finger inside my mouth. His other hand was on my breasts still, his fingers slowly moving below the cup of my bra, freeing my nipple.
“Suck,” Taland whispered, and I was already at it, sucking on his finger like it was my favorite lollipop. Like it was his cock.
Fuck, how I missed the feel of him against my tongue. How I missed the way he used to look down at me while I had my way with him. How he used to show me that I had his soul in my hands while I pleased him.
I couldn’t stop moaning as he pulled his finger out of my mouth, then thrust in two. He played with my boobs while he finger-fucked my mouth for a moment, growling and cursing under his breath as he watched.
Soon enough, he replaced his fingers with his mouth as he unclasped my bra, then pushed me down on the mattress while he gave me his tongue to suck on like I did his fingers. I eagerly complied, especially when he held himself up with one arm, and his other hand was already on the button of my pants.
Finally, they were coming off.
Like that, I had some room to take his clothes off, too. I went for his pants first, pulling the zipper, frantically pushing down his underwear until his cock was in my hands.
I swear I almost exploded into fireworks the same second.
He let go of my lips, too, gritting his teeth, squeezing his eyes shut like he was in pain, but he wasn’t. He was just trying to hold himself back.
“Don’t come yet,” I whispered because I needed him inside me first, and I couldn’t wait. If he made me wait, I was going to die. We only had this one time, this one chance where we both threw common sense out the window and allowed ourselves to end up here. Just this one time—and we were going to make good use of it no matter what.
He wrapped his fingers around my neck, squeezing just lightly, forcing my head up because I’d been trying to look down between our bodies, to finally see the object of my fantasies after all this time.
“Not until I’ve tasted every inch of you first. Not until I’m buried deep inside you,” Taland whispered, and my pussy throbbed harder. “Now, let go of my cock and lie down—or I’ll make you.”
“No, I—” need to touch you, I was going to say, but that’s the thing about Taland—he never liked to repeat himself. If I refused to obey him once, he proceeded to make me, just like he promised.
He didn’t give me a moment to change my mind. He moved, grabbed me and flipped me around until I was on the mattress on my stomach, and he pulled my pants and panties down my ass the same second, before he slapped me on my ass cheek so hard it stung.
I cried out, trying to hold onto the mattress but it was too thick. I tried to move, tried to turn over, to see him, to beg him to just let me look and touch and feel him, but Taland wouldn’t have it. The way he handled my body was a fucking sin, but he did it so well. He grabbed my hips and pushed me down again and said, “ Stay, ” in that low tone of voice that had goose bumps breaking out on my arms instantly.
“Taland,” I breathed and gave it one last try, still hoping, but he slapped my other ass cheek until I screamed, then put me down on the mattress again, put his hand on the back of my head to keep me there.
“I said stay , my filthy little slut.” His voice was a growl, almost robotic. He slapped me again, and my face was against the mattress, so my cries came out muffled. “So fucking greedy. Let’s see how wet you are for me.” He slid his hand down my ass, between my legs, and my hips rose in the air instantly, my pussy desperate for the feel of his fingers.
Another string of curse words left him in a rush when he touched me and realized that the answer he was looking for was very . I was very, very wet for him, soaking, dripping, so fucking turned on I couldn’t tell you my name if you asked.
“Damn it, sweetness,” Taland said with a defeated sigh, then rose on his knees again.
But now that I’d had a little taste of him, I stayed still. Now, when he pulled my pants and panties down to my thighs, then got off the mattress to take them off me completely, I just held my breath and I waited, completely naked for him, feeling his eyes burning every inch of my back.
“ Don’t. Move. ”
It was a goddamn threat if I’d ever heard one.
So, I stayed put and I only heard it when he pulled his shirt off, threw it on the floor. His boots came next, and then his pants, and the image of him naked was right there in the center of my mind. So fucking beautiful, every line of his toned muscles, every inch of satin-smooth skin, and every inch of his cock, too. He was thicker than the space between the tip of my thumb and index finger. His cock was so curved that I felt him on my pelvis when he fucked me missionary. My mouth was salivating, and my pussy was burning, every inch of me on fire with anticipation, my ears sharp to pick up his every movement .
“Good girl,” Taland said, and he fell on his knees on the mattress again.
I hoped for a second that he would grab me and flip me over. I hoped he’d spread my legs or put my heels on his shoulders the way he liked and fuck me until I forgot the game and the city and the world and the whole universe.
I hoped, but he had different plans. Better plans.
His hands were on the mattress on either side of my head, but he didn’t lay on me. Instead, he kissed my shoulder slowly, gently, then pushed my hair to the side so he could reach my neck, my jaw, my cheek. He could feel how fast I breathed, probably how fast my heart was beating, too, but he didn’t rush. He continued to kiss the corner of my lips, then slipped his tongue under and pulled my upper one between his teeth. I raised my head as far as the position allowed to try to make it last longer, but he moved down to my back again, kissing a straight line from the base of my neck and down my backbone. All the while he muttered praise, and sometimes called me his undoing, and sometimes his beautiful slut, and sometimes his queen. I couldn’t make out most of what he said because my attention was on where his lips pressed against my skin—until he reached my ass and began to bite and slap and suck in my flesh until I was sure I had purple dots all over me.
“Raise your ass for me, baby. I’m dying for your sweetness,” he muttered against my skin after leaving the imprint of his teeth near my hip.
Fuck, the way I moaned at the sound of his voice.
As if my body was at his command, my hips rose before I’d realized I was moving. Taland put his elbows on either side of my thighs and kissed all the places he’d bit and sucked. Then he gripped my hips and pulled them up a little higher, until my ass cheeks stretched out and my pussy was perfectly exposed to him.
He teased me with his fingers first because he loved to torture me. I tried in vain to sink my nails into the sturdy fabric of the mattress as he rubbed circles on my clit slowly.
I’d dreamed of this so many times, and I always thought I was exaggerating it, that my memories of when we did this on the regular couldn’t have possibly been real. No way could anybody feel like this, like an out-of-body experience, like floating among the stars and shining brighter than they did, like exploding into nothing and everything at the same time.
But it was , though. It was very real, and I realized that my memories had been perfectly accurate when he stopped rubbing my clit. He brought his hands on my ass cheeks and pushed them apart even further, then dove in with his mouth on my pussy like he’d been dying for it for real.
Pretty sure I didn’t pass out only because I was terrified of missing even a single second of this. The way he thrust his tongue inside me and then teased my clit and my wet folds, violently sucking and licking, was out of this world. He dove in with his everything, didn’t hold back for a second, and when he brought his fingers to play, too, I knew I only had seconds left.
His whole face was on my pussy, and the tips of his fingers teased my entrance, coming inside me just for a bit. I moved my hips like a mad woman, desperately trying to take them in all the way, but he didn’t let me.
That sweet torture was what brought me to the edge so fast, and the orgasm hit as if I’d been caught by surprise.
I screamed out his name at the top of my lungs, my senses no longer working, my entire being focused on the way the pleasure exploded all around me, inside and out .
Yes, it had definitely been real how he’d made me come. My memories had been spot-on.
And fuck, now I want more.