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Dionysus

CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE

I walk to the door and lock it. When I return to her, I see that her face is flushed and her breath is hitching.

“What are you doing?”

“You can’t tell me something like that after weeks of starvation, my woman.”

“We cannot do anything. The medical team is on the other side of the door.”

“I don’t need much time. I just want you to come in my mouth.”

Her eyes widen. “You’re not serious.”

Despite what she says, I already know her well enough to know that she’s burning with desire, too.

“If you don’t want me to bury my face in your pussy in two seconds, ask me to leave, Cecily. It’s your last chance.”

She runs her tongue across her lips, then looks at the bulge in the front of my pants. Without saying anything else, she shifts back on the patient bed and plants her feet on the edge.

In a hundredth of a second, her panties are gone.

“I don’t have another pair to wear on the way home.”

“You won’t need them. I’m taking you straight to the penthouse. I want you in our house, but we’re spending the day in bed, and it’s not going to be smooth. My employees would hear.”

“My God, you’re killing me.”

“Rest your hands on the bed. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

She obeys, and with both thumbs, I separate the lips of her sex.

Without giving her time for another thought, I cover her pussy with my mouth. My tongue licks the entire length soaked with her fluids.

I devour her like a desperate man deprived of his favorite food, and I feel every nerve ending in her vibrate to meet me.

The first attack is voracious, thirsty, aimed at my own pleasure. I want to swallow her whole, and I give her no option but to give it all to me.

Her orgasm comes quickly, strong, eager. Her sighs are interspersed with gasps of satisfaction.

I slow down, my tongue seducing her, using my teeth to scratch her hard clit, my lips sucking the knot of nerves. I’m on a mission that isn’t just about making her come. I’m determined now to remind her that she’s mine, that she will always be mine.

I don’t just suck it. I take possession of her sweet pussy. I eat, taste, lick, fuck her with tongue and fingers.

I sense the urgency building in her. The need to reach climax. I stop when she’s too close and smile against her sex when I hear her sigh of frustration.

“More,” she asks.

“Tell me you are mine.”

“This is blackmail.”

“No. We are negotiating. I make you come until you pass out from exhaustion. You never keep me out of your life again. Never doubt our love again. How crazy I am about you.”

“You have me in your hands right now. I would agree to anything you asked. It would not be a valid contract.”

I start tormenting her with my mouth again. Her breath quickens. She’s almost there, and then I stop again.

“I’m yours. Yes, it is a valid contract,” she says, holding my head so that I don’t move my mouth from where it needs to be. “Not because I want to come but because I love you, Dionysus. I have always loved you.”

The confession is what I wanted, but I wasn’t ready for how much it would shake me up to hear it.

I’m the one who’s crazy right now, and I need everything.

“Don’t scream,” I warn. “The medical team is in the next room.”

“Why would I scream? Ohh . . .”

I moan as I suck on her shiny clit with lust. I stick two fingers into her, fucking her until she starts to thrust her hips, trying to get more.

I don’t stop this time because seeing Cecily so out of control drives me crazy too.

I take everything from her and give it in equal measure.

I’m home again. In her, inside her, with her.

Cecily is my shelter, my home. Mine.

She bites her own arm to keep from screaming when she finally hands me her honey.

I stand up and pull her to me.

“Promise the same,” she asks. “Tell me you’ll never send me away again.”

“Never, agape mou. ? * Neither of us are going anywhere.”