Page 27 of Devoted (Love and Burlesque #2)

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

KNIGHT

Been edged for fucking weeks.

I f there’s one thing I am certain of, it’s that Vivian holds the power to change how I see things. My body. My quest to be lonesome. My ideology of relationships. They’re all changing because of her.

“Yes, my queen,” I reply, adding the moniker. Domingo’s earlier words hold true; submitting to Vivian and letting her dissect me is the only way I can see myself becoming the man she deserves.

Vivian purrs in delight, her smile lively as if I’ve given her access to the entire world. Could I become her entire world like she’s already become mine?

“I love your shoulders,” she starts, her hands caressing the muscles of my neck and upper arms. “They’re so strong and broad.”

I feel my eyelids grow heavy as I take in Vivian’s compliments.

Her hands skim closer to the back of my neck, dipping down my spine, and I know she’s hit one of the scars that cover my back.

It takes everything in me to remain still, and by some gracious intervention, she moves her hand back up to my neck and goes down my chest instead.

A smile pulls at my lips when I realize she stopped because she couldn’t reach over my shoulders, not because she felt an imperfection.

“Does this feel good?” she asks, checking for my comfort in more ways than one.

“Very good, but I think I’ll cry if you stop at my chest.” I want to grasp Vivian’s hands in mine and nudge her to continue, but I remain patient. Arguing with her while she’s eye-fucking my body seems like it would be counterproductive.

“Guess I’ll have to make you cry some other time,” she laughs like she didn’t just threaten me. My aching cock jerks in response. Her smile sharpens when she notices it as well.

Not having to bend much with our height difference, Vivian dips her head a few inches to kiss the middle of my chest. Her kisses grow quicker and spread all across my abdomen, adorning my skin with what remains of her lip gloss.

Although I’m certain I’ve eaten most of it at this point from her claiming kiss earlier.

“You have the body of a warrior.” Vivian’s head rests on my slightly protruding stomach, her hands bracing on my upper thighs as she descends to her knees.

“Powerful.” She takes my cock in her hand and I hiss at the contact.

“Burly.” A single lick of her pink tongue threatens to undo me. “A body ready to serve.”

My neck tenses from restraint. Her words affect me just as much as her mouth around my cock does, perhaps even more.

With a devious look in her eyes, she slowly pops off me but keeps close as she moves to wrap her hands around the back of my thighs.

“Hold my hair while you fuck my mouth and show me how powerful you are, pet.”

She takes me fully as I scramble to wrap my hands in her honey-blonde hair.

I have a fistful in each hand, gripping them tightly enough to control her movement, but hopefully not enough to cause her pain.

I’ve reached a breaking point tonight, my body thrums with pent-up energy and emotions, and I begin to take it out on her like she asked me to.

Hazel eyes roam my body as I drag myself in and out of her. She might be at my mercy physically as I fuck into her mouth, but her eyes hold all the control. Fingers tighten into my thighs or let loose, setting the pace like I’m some animal for her to rein in.

“Please let me come. I need to come.” My voice is a whimper, and my movements slow down in an effort not to immediately spill into her.

Vivian hauls me toward her, taking me down as deeply as I can go, and the brief flicker in her eyes tells me I’m allowed to come. My hands in her hair become useless as Vivian holds my body hostage through my orgasm.

Blinded for the blissful few seconds of feeling her constrict and swallow me down, I hunch over her in exhaustion.

I don’t shy away when I feel my stomach touch her forehead as I do.

I’m too occupied in the ravenous pleasure coursing through me and the cum still leaking from my cock as I feel Vivian begin to pull away.

“Beautiful,” she whispers before taking one last lick of the cum drooling from my slit. Standing up, she wraps her hands around my waist and holds me to her.

Feeling like my knees will buckle in, I lean my weight onto her as I keep trying to catch my breath.

I hadn’t thought much about how she’s essentially edged me for weeks, but my body certainly feels the ordeal.

I can’t find shame in how quickly I spilled down her throat.

My body feels loose and sated in a way I’ve never experienced before.

Holding, petting, and whispering sweet nothings into my ear, Vivian calms me until my heart beats with its normal tune.

“You did so good for me,” she praises, hugging me tightly while running her hands up and down my back.

“Let’s get cleaned up and relax for a bit, okay?

” she asks, already leading us to the en suite bathroom.

Her voice sounds strained, but I don’t think much of it, nor the way she keeps giving me gentle touches.

After we clean up and decide to rest for a bit on the bed, it doesn’t faze me when I realize she must have felt my scars and seen my tattoos as she held me. Within seconds, I’m overcome with sleep as she holds me in her arms, my head resting on her chest, and my leg slung over hers.