Page 43 of Mended Fences

His hands gripped my ass, holding me steady as he devoured me like a starving man. Each swipe of his tongue had me seeing stars.

“Chase...” My voice was barely more than a desperate whimper.

He hummed against me in response, the vibration sending shockwaves of pleasure through my core. Chase’s talented tongue worked me closer to the edge with each deliberate stroke. The position should have been precarious, balanced against the wall with my thighs draped over his shoulders, but he held me steady with an unwavering strength that made me feel weightless and safe.

“Let go for me, Sweetness,” he murmured against my center, the vibration of his voice making me shiver with pent up need. “I want to feel you come apart on my tongue.”

The raw hunger in his voice combined with another expert flick of his tongue had my back arching off the wall. My fingers tightened in his hair as pressure built low in my belly.

“Chase, I’m—”The words died in my throat as he sucked hard on my clit.

My thighs trembled around his head as the first tremors of my orgasm approached. The coil of tension wound tighter and tighter until I thought I might die from the intensity.

Medically speaking, I knew that was unlikely to happen. But the pleasure was indescribable.

Chase groaned against me, the sound primal and possessive. His hands gripped my ass harder, pulling me closer as if he couldn’t get enough. One of his fingers teased my entrance, and the slight penetration combined with his relentless tongue pushed me over the edge.

Stars exploded behind my eyelids as pleasure surged through every nerve ending. My body convulsed with the force of my release, but Chase held me steady, working me through the aftershocks with sensual licks and kisses.

When the tremors finally subsided, he lowered my legs back to the floor, keeping his hands on my hips until he was sure I was stable. His chin glistened with evidence of my pleasure, and his eyes blazed with untamed desire as he looked up at me from his knees.

But when he noticed the tears tracking down my face, his expression shifted. He looked almost pained, panicked. “Did I hurt you?”

“No.” I reached a hand out to stroke down the side of his face. “It’s just…” I searched for the right words to convey everything that orgasm had meant to me. It was so much more than a physical release; it was the start of my new chapter, of regaining bits of myself, piece by piece. “It’s been a very long time since anyone thought of my pleasure.”

His expression turned murderous again. “I will live on my knees for you, Elena. Take whatever you need from me.”

Chapter Thirteen

CHASE

Then, January 2024

“I don’t likethat you’re still fully clothed.”

“Tryin’ to sneak a peek at the goods, Sweetness?”

I was doing my best to keep the mood light, but fuck, I was a raging mess of emotions on the inside.

I’d never contemplated murder until the moment I saw the bruises that marred Elena’s perfect skin. How could any man lay a hand on her, let alone her husband? If I ever met the guy, I would beat him to a bloody pulp.

Reaching behind me, I whipped my henley off and let Elena take her fill of my bare chest. The perks of being unemployed for so long meant I had plenty of time to work on my body. The heat in Elena’s gaze was the best reward for all my hard work in the gym.

“Where do you want me next?”

I unbuttoned my jeans and dropped them to the floor, leaving me in nothing but my boxer briefs. My cock strained against the fabric.

Elena’s eyes flicked from my face to my dick and widened. “Holy shit,” she whispered.

I palmed my shaft through the thin layer of fabric and stroked once, twice, three times as Elena tracked the movement.

“So?” I asked. “What’s next? You run the show.”

She threw out her hand in a half-assed gesture toward the bed, her gaze still firmly trained on my cock.

I chuckled and shuffled backward until the backs of my knees hit the bed. I sat down and beckoned her forward. If Elena had even an ounce of self-consciousness, it didn’t show. She moved her naked body in my direction with the grace of a dancer.

When she stood between my legs, she leaned down and traced the band of my underwear with a fingertip. “May I?” She whispered the question an inch away from my face.