Page 67 of Soft Tissue Damage

Cullan

Elena is so close to coming. I can feel it in her tightly coiled muscles and hear it in her breath.

“Feels good, doesn’t it, Elena?” I ask as I massage her clit with my tongue.

“Yes.Please. Don’t stop. So good,” she moans, her head tipped back.

“If I keep licking this spot, you’re going to come.”

“I am. Iam.”

“I make you feel better than my son, don’t I?”

“Hm?” she asks vaguely.

“I want to know if he ever made you feel as good as I’m making you feel. If he’s ever licked your pussy like I’m doing right now.” I squeeze her supple assand pull one of her thighs up onto my shoulder so I can get a better angle with my tongue. “Maybe I should let it go. Maybe you’ll be happier believing I’m just jealous and not crazy.” I lick her again and look up at her. “But I kind of want you to know I’m crazy, Elena.”

She’s not really listening to me. She’s too focused on the bliss that’s pouring through her body. I spoke to her the night I was going down on her, risking her knowing it was me. The time wasn’t right back then, but it is now.

“That’s my good girl,” I whisper, and her lips curve into a smile.

Does she remember what else I said to her that night? There’s only one way to find out. As she nears her peak, I say between insistent caresses of my tongue, “I can feel you’re so close. I’ve got you. Let me hear those beautiful cries.”

Shock fills Elena’s face at the same time her climax slams into her. She’s torn between the pleasure that has an iron grip imprisoning her body, and the realization that she’s heard these words before.

I keep on licking her, wringing every drop of pleasure that I can from her body. Her nails dig into my shoulders. She fists my hair and gasps my name. But I don’t let up. When her legs start to shake and she calls my name in pleading tones, I finally have mercy on her and pull away.

She pants in confusion. “Oh, my God. Cullan. What the hell? How did you…”

“How do I know what my son said to you while he was going down on you? How do I already know how yourpussy likes to be licked? His tongue felt different when he came back into your room, didn’t it? He caressed your legs. Kissed your thighs. Made you feel so good as you wrapped your legs around his shoulders andsqueezedas you climaxed. Broad shoulders, weren’t they? Broader than my son’s.” I rub my hand over my jaw. “I wondered if my beard bristles might give me away, but I think you were enjoying yourself too much to notice.”

Elena is staring at me, transfixed by my words.

I caress the backs of her calves. “It took all my self-control not to fuck you then and there. You were so wet for me, Elena. All laid open and looking so pink and inviting, and I was so fucking hard.”

“No, no, no,” she whimpers, and tries to stand up.

I seize hold of her ankles, and growl, “I warned you. Don’t. Run.”

She grips the edge of the fountain with both hands. “It was you who came to my bed after Leon went out?”

I nod.

Her face creases in confusion. “Why did you trick me?”

“Because it broke my heart that you were so unsatisfied, and that Leon made you believe it was your fault. I wanted to give you the pleasure you deserved.”

She looks around the garden and back to me. “What happens if I run?”

“I’ll chase you. I’ll fuck you.”

“You’re crazy,” she says in a shuddering whisper.

She has no idea. She won’t get far in this locked garden,wearing just underwear and heels. It won’t be fair, but I don’t care about being fair anymore. I want her.

“Take me home,” she cries.

“Elena—”