Page 25 of Destined Dawn

“You’re an asshole.”

“Are you trying to seduce me into bed?” She glares at me and I grind into her again, making her bottom lip quiver. “Is it so hard to say it, Rhianna?” I say, earnestly, my ego punctured. “So hard to admit you want me?”

“Yes,” she says, just as earnestly, scraping her fingernails against my scalp. “I’m scared that I’m a fool for sleeping with you – for wanting you – after everything you did to me.”

I nod. She still doesn’t trust me. I still have to make it up to her. And I’m going to start right now.

I kiss her mouth. Then her throat, then her right breast and her left, sliding down her body, kissing her belly button, then lower, shimmying her pants and her underwear down her legs as I kiss the soft curls between her thighs and then her pussy lips.

“I thought we’d agreed you were going to fuck me,” she says, rising up on her elbows again, to peer down at me.

“We did, did we?” I say, smirking and then I part her legs open, gazing down at her, all bare and exposed, all pink and wet, and bury my face right into her pussy.

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Rhi

Tristan Kennedy pinsmy legs apart and proves to me he’s just as talented at this as he is at everything else he does. I assume that’s from all the damn practice he’s been doing.

In fact, I can’t get the image of him fucking that other girl out of my head. Or all the other images of girls draped over him, touching him, rubbing up against him.

Jealousy spikes in my bond and I push his head away with my hands.

“What’s wrong?” he says, with genuine concern, his mouth all sloppy with spit and my arousal.

“How many other girls have you done this with exactly?”

“What?” he says, frowning and looking confused.

“How many other girls have there been?”

He lowers his mouth back down to my pussy and gives my clit a hard flick with his tongue. The action sendselectricity spiraling straight through my core and I jolt on the bed.

“Are you slut-shaming me, Rhianna Blackwaters?”

My cheeks burn. Perhaps I am being unreasonable but I can’t help it.

“You slept with other girls even though you knew I was your fated mate.” He opens his mouth, most probably to deny it, so I add quickly, “I saw you remember.”

He groans. “We weren’t together back then.”

“It still hurt,” I admit in a whisper. “It still hurts now.”

“And I’m sorry. I’m sorry for all the times I’ve been a massive dickhead and hurt you, Piglet. Because I’m crazy about you and I did some stupidly crazy things at the beginning. But that girl you saw me with, she was the last one.”

“What do you mean?”

“I haven’t slept with anyone since her.”

I scowl at him with suspicion. “Why?”

“I didn’t want to. The only girl I wanted to be with was you.”

I shake my head. “You expect me to believe that, Tristan? I’ve seen how girls throw themselves at you.”

“I wasn’t interested. I didn’t want anyone else. I wanted you.” He lowers his mouth back down to my pussy and drags his tongue slowly through my folds, like he’s savoring the taste of me, every single molecule. “And you were worth the wait. You’re fucking delicious.” He closes his eyes and groans. “A girl never tasted this good before.”

I drop back down flat on the mattress. I think he’s probably exaggerating. Telling me things he thinks I want to hear. But soon I can’t focus on my thoughts anymore because what he’s doing to me fries my brain, spinning his tongue around and around my clit until I’m dizzy, panting and begging for release. He doesn’t give it to me, though, hetakes me right to the edge, right to the brink, of an orgasm, my hips lifting, my spine arching, my core tensing, and then he pulls away.