Page 163 of Morally Black Betrothal

“B-Brendan,please.”

“You beg so sweet, angel.” He draped my thighs over his shoulders. “Well, you’re mine to ruin now.”

As Brendan’s tongue stroked, teased, then slipped inside, I didn’t have space to doubt, so consuming was his touch, his taste. I could only feel him—the press of his hands, the heat of his tongue, the strength of those shoulders spreading my legs even wider so he could feast properly.

“Brendan!” I clawed at the sheets, head thrashing from side to side. “Oh my God?—”

His groan was utterly depraved. “That’s it, angel. Let me feel you fall apart on my face.”

I tried to twist away, overwhelmed, but the grip on my thighs was iron. “Brendan—I can’t?—”

“Yes, you can.” His mouth sealed tighter, tongue flicking faster. “Because I told you to. Because I want it. Now.”

“Oh my GOD—OH! BRENDAN!”

His commands broke me in blinding waves as he drank me down like I was water in the middle of a desert. When he finally pulled away, his mouth was wet, his eyes darker than night.

Black Prince indeed.

And tonight, he was mine.

Still shaking, I watched as he crawled up my body, continuing to worship with his mouth until his erection teased that spot where his mouth had just been. Sliding through my desire.

Bare.

“Brendan.” I clutched his shoulders, even though it felt good,sogood. “Brendan, you’re not—there’s no—and I’m not taking?—”

“I know, angel.” He rolled his hips again, allowing my slick heat to welcome him without breaching it fully.

It was all I could do not to tilt my hips too, just a bit, so he could slide in.

“I won’t put it in.” His voice was strained, like he was talking to himself as much as to me. “Not yet, anyway. God knows I want to, but that would be sacrificing the control I can’t afford to lose.”

He kissed me then, sucking on my lower lip like candy while his cock continued its delicious, slow torture against my clit. I writhed beneath him, chasing more, but he was as steady as the tide, pushing, teasing, but never losing his balance.

“Brendan,” I begged. “Please.”

It was all I could manage. All I could say.

For a moment, the hunger in his eyes burned so hot it looked close to pain.

“I don’t like to lose control.” His tongue twisted around mine again in a delicate tangle. “I don’t like it when people fuck with things that are important to me. And you, angel, have becomeveryimportant to me.”

Something inside me shifted, deeper than the ache blooming between my legs.

I was so tired of trying to control things I couldn’t. Things like my sister. My family. The chaos of our lives since my mother died. The things I couldn’t fix no matter how hard I tried.

But here, in this bed, in Brendan’s arms, I could let it all go.

I could give it to him.

And so I did.

Twin waves of freedom and ecstasy washed through me for a second time as I arched into his arms.

“That’s it,” he crooned as he paced me through them, timing every spasm, every heartbeat with the steady movement of his body. “Let it go, baby. Let it all go for me.”

Vaguely, I registered the crackle of foil, then the touch of his big hands as they turned me over and eased a pillow under my cheek.