Chapter Six #3
God, I craved this kind of kiss since the night she walked into my life with my last name tied to hers.
No—whatever this hunger was, it started the first time our eyes crossed, long before I had words for it, before I even understood what it meant.
Over the years, at those gatherings our families were allowed to attend, it only sharpened.
Watching other men approach her and make her smile, burned something vicious in my chest. Jealousy was the only emotion I allowed myself to feel because, in none of my dreams, could I imagine touching her or showing her how badly I craved her.
The kiss became sloppy, breath-stealing, unfiltered, and even though I knew damn well I had no business sharing a kiss like this with a woman I was supposed to kill, I couldn’t give a single fuck about her being a Veylor and me a Korven.
All that mattered in that moment was her mouth on mine, her breath mixing with mine, her body satisfying every ounce of hunger I’d buried for too long.
I wanted more of her. I wanted every piece she could give me, and every piece she didn’t even know she had.
Dipping back to sucking my dick, Serenity sank deeper, letting her throat take more of me, swallowing me down until the heat of her mouth became a cage I never wanted to escape.
She looked up at me while she did it, eyes dark when they locked on mine, dripping with lust and starving for my cum.
Both her hands gripped my dick, twisting and pumping in a rhythm that was too precise and too damn perfect, dragging pleasure out of me that hit so hard it felt closer to pain.
“Fuuuuuuck! Where the fuck did you learn that? Whose dick you been sucking like this, princess? Tell me his name so I can put him in the ground,” I growled, the words slipping out before I could remember I wasn’t supposed to sound like her husband.
She froze for half a breath, lifted her gaze, and looked at me with suspicion cutting through her lust.
“You talk just like him,” she said, her tone suspicious. “Except he wouldn’t give a damn. He doesn’t care.”
Then her expression shifted.
“But you? I like it when you get this possessive. Keep going.”
Hearing that almost ripped my heart out of my chest. Saying I don’t care, certainly meant she was thinking about the wedding night, about how she had begged me to fuck her, and I walked away like I didn’t want her when all I had ever wanted was to pin her to that damn bed and sink my dick deep into the pussy I had starved for.
“And stop calling me princess. There’s nothing princess-like about me. I’m not here to be handled gently. I want to be fucked like a slut. Princess doesn’t fit. Find me something filthier.”
Her hand tightened around the base of my dick, claiming me.
“Now let me taste your cum, Knox. Give me what I paid for.”
And before I could say a damn thing, she dropped back down and swallowed me again—this time with no mercy, no hesitation, no restraint.
Her mouth attacked me with a hunger so wild it felt as if she was trying to devour my soul through my dick.
She sucked and sucked and sucked me so deep I saw black.
I took her head in my hands and started thrusting into her mouth while she sucked me with filthy expertise that should be illegal.
Her mouth was a whole storm—wet, sloppy, messy as fuck—each sound she made turning my brain inside out.
My hips were snapping forward into her mouth, fucking her throat again and again.
I pushed myself deeper, so deep she choked around my dick, and that shit made me even harder.
“Easy… Relax that mouth for me, baby. Yes… Just like that. You really are no fucking princess, eh? Look how you’re taking this dick like a good damn girl.” I growled, pleasure hitting too raw for me to hide it. “Fuck… suck me to the bone, baby.”
She kept sucking and licking and moaning, choking on my dick all while her hands kept stroking me from base to tip. This shit was so good heat burst through my veins, my whole body tensing.
“Fuck I’m almost there,” I rasped, pulling her head up a little so I could see her eyes while she kept sucking my dick.
Her warm hand slid down to my balls, then lower, touching the crack of my ass and moving right toward my hole. The touch jolted through me so violently it burned, lightning up my spine and pulling my orgasm straight to the edge before I could catch my breath.
“Fuckkkkkkkkkkk,” I groaned, releasing hard into her mouth, hot spurts of cum filling her throat as my whole body trembled under the intensity of it.
She swallowed all of it—every drop—and then pulled my length out of her mouth, stroking it once more before dragging it across her chest, rubbing the rest of my cum into her skin.
My mind blanked for a second. Shock. Lust. Awe.
Fuck.
I didn’t know she had all that in her; I didn’t even know she had half of it.
But after what she’d just shown me—after the nasty, confident, and hungry way she took me—I knew damn well I was about to double every effort I had left in me to make her lose control the way she had just ripped it from me.
I grabbed her face firmly, pulling her up until her lips hovered against mine, her breath sweet and warm with what she had just swallowed.
“Now… my turn,” I murmured, before crushing my mouth against hers.