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“Do you want more, Angel?”
“I do.”
“Good girl, open wide.”
I follow his instruction, parting my lips obediently, my head tilted so that if I were able to see, I wouldn’t be breaking eye contact with him. He steps back, possibly to appreciate the sight before him? I can almost feel his eyes roam over my exposed skin, lingering on the tingling spots left behind by his teeth.
I know there will be red marks there when I go home, but how long will they last? I feel a pang of sadness at the thought of them fading with time. I almost wonder how Lycus will react when he sees them – but I shut that down quickly.
Stay in the present, Angelica.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs, making my skin flush. He reaches out, lightly running his fingers over the patches of skin he had just bitten, and I shiver at the sensation.
“You’re beautiful like this, all marks and bruises from my touches,” he says softly, his voice thick with desire. “Stunning, on your knees for me.”
The head of his cock brushes against my lower lip and my tongue darts out to tease him. His almost silent hiss doesn’t escape my notice and I open my mouth wider to encourage him to give me more.
This time, instead of thrusting deep into my mouth, he gives me the semblance of control and allows me to take the reins. I flatten my tongue and drag it along the underside of his dick, flicking the tip.
For the first time, I wish I wasn’t wearing the blindfold so that I could watch the reactions play out across his face. Taking him deeper into my mouth, his hips buck a little and his fingers tighten in my hair. I still, expecting him to take over, but he doesn’t, so after a moment to catch my breath, I continue.
Eventually I find a rhythm and even though he uses his hold on my hair to guide me, he lets me set the pace and remain in control. When I take him a little too far and he hits the back of my throat, I gag a little and tense, waiting for a reprimand. But none comes.
He groans, a low, pained sound that’s full of arousal rather than disgust, and it spurs me on to try again. I swallow when he presses against that spot once more, and place my hands on his thighs to brace myself.
I lick and suck him with enthusiasm, enjoying every noise that escapes him. He’s quiet, like he’s holding back, but groans and quiet curses slip through regardless. Every one is music to my ears, encouragement to continue and push myself further, take him deeper.
I use my hands to cup his balls, gently rolling them between my fingers while maintaining a steady rhythm with my tongue. His breaths become even more ragged and uneven, his grip on my hair tightening slightly, and I know he’s enjoying this.
His body starts to tremble, and I fear I’ve gone too far when he suddenly pulls away from me. Why do I feel bereft?
“Are you alright?” I ask, concern lacing my voice.
“Perfectly fine.Ishould be askingyouthat. I’m not finished with you yet, Angel.”
Before I can gather my thoughts, I feel a warm, wet sensation on my lips – his tongue. The taste of our mingled saliva sends jolts of pleasure coursing through me, even as his hands continue to explore, stroking my face and hair. I feel his hunger growing with every second that passes, and I feel the same. We are connected in more ways than one.
“I want to taste you,” he says, his voice barely audible. “Let me taste you.”
Without hesitation, I nod. I trust him completely, and I trust that this will be an experience I will never forget.
I can’t help my small squeal of surprise when he lifts me into his arms and deposits me on the bed. I expected…I don’t know what I expected but it wasn’t to be picked up and carried like I weigh nothing. Or to be placed down like precious cargo.
He guides me onto my back, positioning me so that my neck is exposed. His hands hold my head in place as I feel the cool air on my throat. In one swift motion, his mouth envelops my flesh, and I gasp in surprise. The sensation is intense, but it’s pleasurable.
“Is this what you want, Angel?”
I nod instinctively. The feel of his lips on my skin, his tongue, the suction...it’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. My heart races, my breaths becoming short and shallow. It’s unlike any physical pleasure I’ve ever experienced: a mixture of pleasure so intense it feels painful and leaves me both terrified and euphoric.
I feel the sting and heat of his kiss on my neck, the desire to feel it again overwhelming me. His teeth gently graze my skin, just enough for me to feel the sharpness, but not enough to hurt. I whimper and he chuckles darkly against me.
“You’re so sensitive, Angel,” he says, his voice low and rough. “I could spend my whole life doing this with you.”
I want to ask him to do just that, to keep it up, to never stop, but I know that’s not possible. This is only for one night, and I need to savour every moment.
His lips still on my neck, his hands roam over my body, teasing and caressing, leaving trails of fire in their wake. He kisses me, his tongue tasting me, exploring me, his touch everywhere at once.
“Spread your legs for me, Angel.”
