Page 38 of The Bonds We Break

I suck one of her nipples into my mouth, teasing the firm tip with my tongue. Rae’s hands slip into my hair, holding me close to her. Teasing leads to biting. There’s no doubt in my mind that she’ll have marks there in the morning.

Biting leads to Rae reaching for my belt, then my zipper.

“Really fucking like it when you undress me,” I say and she smiles softly. She likes praise; I like giving it when it’s deserved. And this brave little one deserves it.

She could have bit my dick off or knifed me while I slept. She’s done neither.

Rae slips to her knees and places her hands on my thighs. When I lift my hips, she shimmies my jeans and boxer briefs down over my thighs and knees.

Once she’s removed them, I tug her to her feet and then stripherclothes. When she’s standing naked in front of me, I run my palms over her smooth, soft skin, getting her reacquainted with my touch. Cupping the cheeks of her ass, I position my mouth right in front of her pussy but resist the urge to lick it.

Instead, I just hold my position so fucking close her pubic hair tickles my nose. Warm breath escapes my lips, and I feel her shiver.

I wait.

She fidgets as she resists. I see her fingers flex in my peripheral vision.

She wants this.

Wants me.

Wants more.

I blow air a little more forcefully.

Her pussy tilts towards me.

I glance upwards, and her eyes meet mine. I can see the desperation etched in them, the confusion preventing her from taking the step forward she needs. “What do you need, duchess?”

It’s impossible to bite back a grin as she growls while opening her legs and thrusts her hands into my hair. I grab her behind the knee and lift her leg until she can place her foot on the side of the sofa next to me.

Then I eat.

Fucking love pussy.

And suddenly, I’m an Olympic athlete going for gold in the cunnilingus event. I try everything until I find the one thing that has Rae’s legs shaking. I dip my tongue inside her, and when I drag it out again, I flick her clit hard with the tip.

Over and over until I feel her buck against me.

Until I hear her gasps, her muttered curses. “So ... close. Shit.”

And I want to get her there more than I want to get myself off. I want to give her the relief she needs. I want her right here in this moment with me, where I’m not King, and she’s not Saint’s little sister, and we’re just two people who find something extraordinary together, even if it’s only for a few moments.

I add a finger, then another. Rather than simply sliding in and out, I rub my fingers against her inner walls.

“King,” she warns on a cry.

And I suck down on her clit.

Hard.

Her sharp gasp echoes around the room as her legs buckle, and I catch her, pulling her onto my lap.

I’m not a Dom in the typical sense of the word, but trying to get Rae off has me hitting some kind of high I can’t quite articulate. She’s not there yet, but she must be close. “Show me how good you feel, Rae. Give me what I want to give you.”

I tug on a condom and nudge inside her. She’s wet from my saliva, and it eases the slide. When she grinds down on top of me, my eyes roll back in my head. “Your pussy feels so fucking good, Rae.”

I grab her hips hard, moving her how I want her, moving us so I can ease the ache in my balls.