Page 38 of Summer's Cage

As long as I have Kage, I am free.

EPILOGUE

KAGE

SIX MONTHS LATER

Summer wakesfrom another night terror, supple skin coated in a layer of clammy sweat, a few bouncy, silky curls plastered to her forehead. Her chest heaves, but I’m not focused on that.

I’m focused on worshipping her with my tongue.

She grinds her hips, riding my face, fingers speared through my hair and digging into my scalp. “Suck my clit like a good boy, and maybe I’ll let you fuck my pussy.”

My eyes roll back, my fingers gripping her thighs tighter as I yank her cunt impossibly closer to my mouth, closing my lips around her clit and sucking while circling it with my tongue. It gets her off in seconds every time, and makes her forget the demons of her past that I forced her to face.

I don’t deserve her, and I never will, so if this woman asked me to lick jagged shards of glass, I gladly would. I’m just somehow lucky enough she wanted me to do this instead.

Her thighs clench around my ears, her shallow breaths ceasing as she rides the wave of pleasure I coax forth. “Fuck!” she cries, pressing her fist to her lips.

But I’m nowhere near done chasing away her nightmares. Panting, I rise between her legs, gripping my cock with one hand and swiping her juices from my chin with the other. Her hazy eyes widen, her calves shaking as she scuttles backwards across the messy mattress.

“Kage…last night…”

I grin ruefully, shaking the hair from my eyes. My hands lash out, finding her hips as I yank her back to me and flip her over with a satisfying yelp. The bruises between her thighs from last night are just starting to blossom, and I intend to add to my work of art.

She may control my every move. She may command me to do her bidding. And she rightfully makes me acknowledge and own up to my grievous sins against her, but beneath all of that, Summer has always been first and foremost mine.

And she is the only thing in this world that I’ve ever had to myself. I’ll protect and cherish her until death attempts to take her from me, for even then, I’ll find a way to follow.

“You…jackass…” she huffs, wriggling beneath me as I twist her wrists together on her lower back with one hand, palming her skull with my other. She’s already soaked and ready for my cock, so with a sharp, brutal thrust, I claim her. She screams into the blankets as I rock rhythmically into her, hard, deep strokes that force my head against her wall every time.

She moans like a whore when I fuck her like this, but after she comes and I still don’t stop, the room will fill with her sobs and sharp cries and pleas for mercy.

Andthat’swhat will get me off every fucking time.

I’m the only thing allowed to make Summer cry, because I know the weight of her tears, and I alone am strong enough to hold them.

A bead of sweat rolls from my shoulder down my pec, stinging my flayed flesh where a few days ago, she held the bladewith me and cut the ink from my skin. I’ll forever bear the scars my family forced onto me, but their reign of terror ended the night Summer saved us.

In some strange way, if I never saw one of her cute little videos, I likely would’ve died at the hands of my brother. Whoever said god was a man was fucked in the head; the only heaven in this life is between her thighs.

And I’ll worship on my knees at her altar forever.