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Chapter 31

BECCA

The sirens in my head were telling me to run, but this thing that connected me to Shyloh kept pulling me in. Closer and closer, there was nothing I could do but fall.

Our lips connected and his hands gripped my face, my neck. Holding me tightly in place, not letting me go. He explored my mouth, my neck, and my shoulder, stopping at my collarbone. “Let me have you, Becca. Give me tonight and if you don’t ever want to see me again, I’ll leave you alone and you can pretend I don’t exist,” Shyloh moaned into my neck.

I nodded in agreement and his eyes peered into mine. He didn’t think I’d give into him .

A burning want radiated from his glistening eyes and latched onto me. I could barely let out a breath before he gripped my hips, tugging me closer and making a flash of heat sear through me.

Shyloh pulled the fabric from the dress up and over my head, kissing each newly exposed part of me. I reached around, unclasping my bra. His eyes were heavy, full of lust, leaning over and kissing each breast tenderly before his hand found its way between my legs.

“I plan on tasting every part of you tonight.” Shyloh kissed my stomach right above my navel. “I want you to become completely undone.”

He kissed further south, right above the last piece of clothing and gripped his fingers under the silk by my hips, tugging them down my legs. I was completely exposed.

Shyloh stood by my knees, looking down like a lion ready to attack its prey. His eyes were wild with desire. “Fuck you look— ravishing.”

Leaning over, he kissed me on my lips while his hand danced around my hips. “How many orgasms do you think you can have?” Shyloh groaned seductively.

I chuckled, kissing him back. “Maybe one.”

He hummed slightly, kissing my neck and moving his hand in between my thighs. “Oh no. That won’t do. I need at least… three.” His finger pressed into my slickness, and I fluttered my eyes closed at the feel. “Do you like that? ”

I groaned in response and Shyloh pulled his finger out. “That won’t do, Becks. Tell me—” He slid two fingers in, and my back arched off the bed. “I’m gonna ask you again. Do you like that?”

“Yes. Yes. I love it,” I replied breathlessly. My mind couldn’t compute words fast enough. Yes, it felt amazing. Yes, it felt undeniably perfect. Yes, I wanted this forever.

“Perfect. Now let me taste this pretty pussy of yours.”

Oh my God.

Shyloh knelt on the ground, pulling my legs over his toned shoulders and dragging me to the edge of the bed. He pressed his tongue against me while curling his fingers inside of me.

I arched against him. “Mm. Fucking delicious,” Shyloh moaned. “I missed you.”

His fingers moved faster, but his mouth stayed consistent and slow while his tongue pressed against me. I felt the heat rising in my belly.

“This won’t do,” he growled, flipping me over onto my stomach.

“Get on your knees for me, baby.” I did as he told me to as his hands coasted over my ass. I felt the bed sink below me and when I glanced down, I was met with a smiling Shyloh.

What the hell was he doing?

“Since you promised me that you'd sit on my face whenever I wanted, I feel it’s only fair to fulfill that promise,” he groaned, gripping my thighs and pulling me towards his mouth.

“Fuck my face, Becks. I want you all over me.”

This man and his damn mouth. I sunk my hips and his tongue danced through my slickness. Shyloh’s hands reached around to my ass and started to move me back and forth over him, making me ride his face.

My toes started to curl, and the heat spread through my body as I felt my orgasm climbing. “Fuck, Shy. I’m gonna—”

He slapped my ass as I continued to ride him. I felt the wave of release rush through me, and I slowed down, enjoying every blissful second of it. I pulled my hips off of him and looked down.

His eyes were closed. He looked like he wasn’t breathing. “Shyloh! Shy!” I shrieked.

I shook his shoulders, and he started smiling.

“Oh my God! Why in the hell would you do that?”

Shyloh smirked, leaning up to grab the back of my neck and pulling me down to his mouth. “Death by pussy seems like a great way to go.”

I kissed him back, laughing. “Now how about you do that again, but on my dick instead?” Shyloh teased.

Smirking, I pulled back and scooted down to his hips. I unbuttoned his shirt, shoving it off of him. My eyes glazed over every part of him, delighted by the carved abs and muscles that wrapped around his hip bone. My lips traced everything that my eyes followed. When my lips stopped at his chest, I felt a tug of my hair.

Shy had a handful of my hair, yanking me to look at him.

“Stop teasing and fuck me, Becca.”

Quickly I unfastened his pants, shoving them down along with his boxers with his dick springing free.

Shit.

There was no way he would fit. He was so—

“It’ll fit. Stop worrying,” Shy said, regripping his hand around my hair.

I smirked, leaning down kissing the tip of him. His eyes responded, rolling into the back of his head. His lips parted, and a moan escaped his mouth. It was the sexiest noise I ever had the pleasure of hearing.

I took Shyloh in my mouth slowly as I watched him react to me with every dip. His eyes were lustful and teetering on the edge of insanity.

“Ugh, okay that’s enough.” He reached around me, moving me to the top of the bed. Leaning over to his pants, he grabbed a foil packet.

“Oh. You just knew I’d have sex with you?” I asked.

He gave me a sexy smile. “No. But I was hoping you would.” Tearing the foil, he quickly placed the condom on, rolling it down his length, and hovered over me.

“If it’s too much, just tell me. Okay?” Shyloh whispered, grabbing my thighs and wrapping them around his hips.

“I will,” I whispered back, full of anxiousness and wanting for him. I’d finally decided I would do this. He was what I wanted. He was what I needed .

His dick pressed against me, sending a shock through my nerves. I was soaking wet already from his feasting, but to be honest, it wouldn’t have taken much. Just his existence was enough for me.

“Look at me,” Shyloh urged while pushing his dick in slowly. Inch by inch .

It felt way too good. It felt better than it should. It felt like nothing could ever compare. He was perfect and I wanted to kiss him.

I gripped the back of his neck, pulling him down to my mouth. “Kiss me.”

He smiled. “I’ll do anything you want me to.”

Shyloh’s lips captured mine as he thrust in and out of me slowly. We moaned into each other’s mouths as his thrusts quickened and deepened. His tongue found mine and we were out of control.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned.

His calling me baby did something within me, because the orgasm came on quickly and I felt the rush as he called out my name and came inside me. Collapsing on top of me, we both started laughing.

“Why’d we wait so long to do that?” I asked.

Shyloh leaned back on his elbow to get a better look at me. “Just wasn’t the right time,” he said. “Also, your coma was a little bit of a damper on the plans—necrophilia isn’t my thing.”