81. The Stranger #2
Her nails dig into my hips, keeping hold of me.
As if I would go anywhere with her mouth on my cock.
I smirk wickedly and pull back, giving her a moment to take a few deep breaths before thrusting deep.
My pace is brutal, and I know it, holding her head still as I use her mouth as I please.
Through it all, her eyes remain locked with mine, sucking when she can and gagging when I force myself deep, but she never asks me to stop, needing more, like she always has.
Her hips move relentlessly as I fuck her mouth, sweat slicking her gorgeous skin as she chases her orgasm, searching for relief, desperate for it.
“You want to taste me, princess? You want to swallow me down?” I purr, reaching down with my free hand to brush away the tears sliding down her cheeks.
No doubt if I tried to pull my cock away and allow her to breathe, she’d latch back onto me like a vampire desperate for blood.
Just the thought makes my balls twitch, my cock turning even harder in her throat.
Her eyes sparkle with lust, and I hold her still as I shoot down her throat.
She gags, the convulsions milking my cock, pulling more cum from my aching balls, and Summer, my brilliant, beautiful girl, swallows every drop greedily, desperate for it.
I pull my cock from her mouth with a pop, and she licks her lips, making sure to claim every bit of her reward.
Panting, I stare at her with a mixture of awe and desperation.
She keens softly and presses her soaked pussy against my thigh, the liquid heat of her need practically dripping down my muscles.
I pull her up my body and twist, tossing her onto her back and pinning her before settling between her legs. “Finally, I get to taste you.”
She looks down at me, her entire body quivering, and the blue of her eyes are nothing but a shimmering ring around her blown pupils. I can smell the sweetness of her arousal, and I slide forward, eager to taste her cunt, but she yanks my hair hard, pulling my head back.
I snarl up at her, my hands digging into her thighs, bruising her.
She fucking dares to stop me right now?
“Stranger . . . wait,” she says breathlessly .
Wait? Wait?! I can see every glorious, glistening inch of her pussy. She is so wet and ready, and she smells so fucking good. I am starving, and she is a feast laid out before me, just waiting for me to taste her, and she wants me to fucking wait?!
I bite her inner thigh hard, sinking my teeth in deep, purposely marking her.
“Wait?”
She twists beneath me and tries to close her legs as more slick pours from her center, taunting and tempting me. “We shouldn’t do this.” She swallows as if the words taste bad in her mouth. “Not?.?.?. yet.”
“Why?” I groan and hold her legs open, wedging my shoulders between her thighs so she can’t close off.
She exhales a shaky breath, obviously struggling as much as I am. “I just, a lot has happened in a really short time, and I-I’m feeling a little overwhelmed.”
Fuck.
I relax my hold on her legs and curse myself, but slide up her body, hovering over her. “You didn’t seem overwhelmed when gagging on my cock a second ago.”
Her eyes darken, sparkling a little. My fucking brat. “I was overwhelmed with need, and I still am. I just think that I need to slow this down a little.”
She means she wants me at arm’s length again.
Stupid. I shouldn’t have gotten my hopes up.
I shift to lie next to her, panting and staring at the ceiling.
My chest grows tight as I wait in silence, expecting some vitriol, accusations, or anger.
I wait for her to say something that will ruin this, creating the distance she wants.
I brace for it, for the pain I know is coming, and I know it will be so much worse after having a taste of what could be between us.
But she surprises me by turning and climbing on top of me.
Straddling my body, she stacks her hands on my chest and rests her chin on them, staring up at me.
My heart slams at the unexpected move from her, and I pull the silk sheet over us, making sure to keep her balanced on top of me.
“You’re staring at me,” I say, gently brushing her hair behind one of her pointed ears, watching the way it twitches at the slightest caress of my fingers.
She flushes, her eyes darting away. “Sorry.”
“I didn’t want you to stop,” I say, and her eyes find their way back to mine .
“I know you have questions,” she says, sliding her fingers over my chest, unknowingly tracing one of the flesh runes carved into my skin under the glamour.
I do, and it’s probably best to ask them now. It will be a good distraction so I won’t think about how I didn’t get to taste her.
“How do you feel, knowing I disposed of him?” I ask, watching carefully for her response.
I would have said that she wasn’t afraid of me from the way she lunged at me, but now, after she pulled back rather than let me taste her, I’m not sure.
This is completely new territory for me.
I’ve never been in a situation like this.
“Honestly?” she whispers, her eyes focusing on the designs she’s drawing on my chest. “It turned me on.”
I choke on a laugh. She has such a unique way of torturing me. “I deduced that when you jumped me. I meant, do you feel relieved?”
Do you feel freer knowing the only monster in the dark is me?
“I do”—she nods—“and gratitude.”
“I do not wish for your gratitude, princess.” In fact, the thought of it threatens to twist me into knots, and that version of me is not safe for anyone.
Is that why she’s holding back from me? Why she sucked me off but won’t let me do the same?
Is this all because she feels gratitude for what I did?
“Then what do you wish from me?” she asks, cocking her head.
It would be easier to list the things I didn’t want from her.
“Your continued presence in my life,” I answer, cupping her cheek. And for you not to have sucked my cock out of some sense of gratitude that I killed someone who was threatening you.
“You don’t want to know how I went from hating you to sucking your cock?” she asks, her eyes finding mine again, that mischievous spark back in them.
My lips twitch in response. “You never hated me.”
“I still shouldn’t have said . . .”
Ah, I see. She thinks those words haunted me and kept me away. Regret and guilt had control of her life for a while, and she is still struggling to see through the opacity they created.
“Did you feel it? Even for a moment?” I ask, even though I already know the answer.
“No,” she says without hesitation, shaking her head .
“And I knew that. I knew it almost instantly.” I stroke her hair back again. “It took only a moment of clarity for me to see what those words really were to you.”
“What were they to me?” she asks, her frown putting an adorable crease between her eyebrows.
“The last bastion between us,” I answer. “If you could have hurt me with your words enough to keep me from you, you wouldn’t have to admit what you feel for me.”
She thinks for a long minute, the silence stretching painfully. “I regretted them the second they left my lips, and I-I didn’t know how to take them back. Then I heard about Torin and I?.?.?.”
“I didn’t do so to manipulate you or to make you indebted to me,” I say, my stomach twisting.
I really hate the idea of this moment between us having anything to do with that prick.
Did you suck my cock out of gratitude? I can’t ask the question because if the answer is yes?.
.?. I know I’ll react badly. Right now, she’s pressed against me, both of us stripped, lying in my bed, and I don’t want this to end.
“I know,” she whispers. “Because you didn’t tell me.”
I hadn’t planned on her knowing at all. She stopped having dreams about him when I rid the realms of his filth, so I thought on some subconscious level she knew he was no longer a problem.
“You’re the reason we’re here at All Souls. Right?”
I pause for a second, then nod.
She brushes her fingers softly against my cheek, staring at me, her ice-blue eyes searing me. “Who are you?”
Helplessly, I lean into her touch. “I can’t tell you yet,” I say, letting my eyes drift closed for a moment, reveling in the feel of her.
“Your dreams are attached to your conscious barriers. The training is so that I can tell you one day. Please trust me when I say it is for my benefit as well as yours.”
“The oath is broken,” she says, and I open my eyes to look at her bare palm before pressing a kiss to it. She stopped coming to train, so the oath was nullified, the mark disappearing from our hands. “You can visit my dreams whenever you wish.”
“Are you inviting me into your dreams now?” I ask, and though I infuse my tone with playful smugness, I know this means something. Especially for her.
“I’m telling you that the oath is broken. ”
“I would like an invitation to visit them,” I say, catching her hand in mine, biting the pad of one of her fingers. Not that I wouldn’t visit them without it, but I still want the invitation.
“You can enter my dreams,” she says, like a queen granting a boon.
My lips twitch into a smile. That’s enough for now, and it’s a lot for her. I wrap my arm around her tightly, molding all her glorious curves against me.
“Stranger,” she moans softly. I lean down to nip along her jaw, wanting to savor every moment of this stolen time between us.
“We should talk about limits,” she broaches, and I pull back slightly in surprise at the term. “I’m not sure how far we should go while we’re here.”
“We won’t fuck until you can call my true name before, during, and after. I won’t have you begging to come from an alias,” I answer easily.
“Right,” she says, her lips in a slight pout. Not expecting that, was she?
“And you must commit to me fully.”