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Page 40 of Healing Conviction

“I learned at an early age that if you can read the room, you can control the narrative.”

Oh, Pix. Who the fuck hurt you?

He stroked down her spine. “But what about your story?”

For a moment, a dismissive wave of her hand and a snort were her only response until she finally whispered.

“No one wants to read that.”

“I do.”

She sucked in a breath before rolling her lips inward, tightening them between her teeth into a straight, impenetrable line. Giving up on her replying, he relaxed his hold on her.

“It’s fine, Nora. If you don’t want to open up to me, I get it. We’re basically strangers.” He took a step to go around her, but she pushed him against an adjacent pillar in their hidden rock alcove. The move was such a surprise he actually went with the force, and his back cooled as the damp wood soaked his thin shirt.

“Nora, what are you—” Her hands stroked down his chest as she dropped to her knees on the hard packed sand. “Pix, what the fuck are you doing?”

“Shh…” She rubbed her hands down his thighs, surging his cock awake again. It’d already been doing its own version of push-ups when she flirted with him during his exercises, so it didn’t take much to revive it, despite the fact alarms were blaring in his mind.

“You want me to be vulnerable…” In a disturbingly quick move, she unzipped his pants and tugged them along with his boxers down enough to reveal his cock in the thick air. “I can be vulnerable.”

He shot his hands down to stop her, not sure what the fuck was happening, but her palm wrapped around his shaft and pumped once right before thrusting him into her mouth.

“Ohshit…”

Primal instinct took over his body as wet heat enveloped him, making him forget about any argument he’d had. His eyes fell closed while his head tipped back in ecstasy, and his hands threaded through her soft hair to guide her.

A nagging thought in the back of his mind reminded him, though, that something was very, very wrong, and he swallowed once before trying to snap out of it.

“Pix… baby, this isn’t what I meant—fuuuck.” Her warm tongue licked the underside of his shaft before she sucked the tip into her hot mouth again. She popped his head from between her lips and used both hands to lube his shaft with her own saliva before flicking her tongue at the precum seeping from the tip. “Fuck, fuck,fuck, Pix.”

It’d been way too goddamn long since he’d had a woman, and havingthiswoman on her knees was almost enough to quell his objections.Almost.

He groaned and tugged her hair tightly before pulling her off entirely. “Nora, you gotta stop, baby. This wasn’t what I meant.”

Her hungry green eyes met his and a playful smirk curved up her pink, swollen lips. “Please, Drake. Let me… I want to do this.”

Her plea twisted around his heart while her hands encircled his cock again. Reluctance itched at the back of his mind, insisting something wasn’t right, but fuck, his girl was literally on her knees for him. How could he deny them both this moment together?

She barely waited enough time for him to nod his agreement before she was stroking his cock and teasing the head with her tongue, entrancing him with its dance.

“Yes, Pix, fuck. That’s it.” Her mouth engulfed him as she hummed her enthusiasm, and he couldn’t take his eyes off where they connected. “Goddamn, I love the way my pretty pixie looks on her knees with my cock in her mouth.”

She sped up her strokes, and he dove both hands into her black hair, tugging her close as she sucked him all the way to the back of her throat. When she gagged, worry had him trying to pull her back, but she tightened her hands where they gripped his cock, and swallowed against him, squeezing the sensitive nerves of his tip and nearly sending him over the edge. Using all the willpower he had, he dragged her back slowly, making sure she couldn’t choke herself again.

He stroked her hair back from her forehead so he could see her eyes, but before he had the chance, she dove back in, making him moan and his own eyes roll back into his head again.

She hummed again in response and scratched stinging lines down the tops of his thighs. He grunted her name like a curse and thrust inside her again, gaining a rhythm as she laved up and down his cock. His balls and shaft swelled with the promise of bursting free and the base of his spine tingled. Curling her hair in his fingers, he opened his eyes again and looked down at her, wanting to see her. He tilted her head back slightly so he could see those heated green eyes as she sucked him, only to find that she was so in the zone they were pinched closed.

“Look at me, Pix.” His gruff whisper had her glancing up at him before closing them again and increasing her speed. He nearly came right then, but he tightened his grip on her tresses with both hands until her eyes snapped open again. “Come on, baby. I want to see those gorgeous eyes while I fuck your throat.”

Her eyes widened with an unreadable emotion until she maneuvered her tongue to massage his shaft with blissfully tight pressure. Even though they were open, the green orbs dimmed, almost like she wasn’t seeing him anymore. Those alarm bells from earlier rang louder. He pulled her hair lightly, trying to slow her down.

“Nora, look at me, baby. I want you.” Her eyelids flew back. “Yes, like that, Pix. Fuck, look at me just like that.”

She fixed her eyes on him, but she added both hands to wind up and down his cock, sending him into a blind tailspin. He couldn’t keep up his own command, and his eyes closed with the need to release. An inferno of pleasure scorched through him, and he shoved himself inside to the hilt, rocking against her tongue as his cock spasmed cum down her throat.

She swallowed him down until he was spent. When her fingertips dug into his thighs, he gently dragged her off and sagged against the pillar. His breaths came in pants until he finally opened his eyes again. His gaze immediately found his woman still down on her knees for him, but she wasn’t lookingathim. Instead, her eyes seemed to be on everythingbuthim as she swiped away any remnants of the moment with the back of her hand across her swollen lips.