Page 49 of Serpent & Saviors

Don’t fuck this up.

I leaned over her body and kissed her on the forehead. Pulling back, I held her gaze. “That’s because you are so fucking beautiful, angel. And this body? Damn, it was made for touching. For pleasuring. No, let me be more specific. Your body was made for me to pleasure.”

She gasped as I pulled her bottom lip between my teeth again and bit down. Sucking it into my mouth, I soothed the bite.

“With your latest confession,” I said, arching a brow dramatically, “I think I have the perfect punishment for you.” My fingertips danced over her stomach and ribs.

“Pun-punishment?” she moaned. The sound was sweet. Her brow furrowed in confusion.

“Yes,” I said with mock gravity, straightening up. “We had a deal. You hold your position and don’t move. I can’t let this slide.”

My fingers did, though, straight down to her pussy. “What kind of man would I be if I didn’t keep my word with you?” I pushed her legs back open. “There is a lot at stake here. My reputation, for one.”

“Your reputation?” Her hips moved, chasing my fingers.

The fucking smell of her arousal was making this hard. Having never had a problem tempering myself, this was a first. But God, the things I wanted to do to her.

“Oh, yes. The guys would never let me live it down. Kick me out of the crew. Disown me. I’d be in shambles. No club. No crew. No brotherhood.” I pulled a Kinsley-sized pout from my non-existent pocket.

The corners of her mouth lifted, and the fear in her eyes eased. She was catching on—sensing the playful tone as one she could trust. That shit made my heart fucking soar.

Her hand shot out, and she touched my bottom lip. “But, Sir, how would they know? I will never tell.”

“Is that so? Hmm, the problem is we don’t keep secrets. You keep one, then you make excuses for another and before you know it, you’re up to your neck in them.”

“So you tell them everything?”

“Everything,” I growled. “So we’ll need to make this memorable. Now the most important question of the night, are you ready for it?”

She wasn’t. Not in the slightest. All her attention was focused on chasing my fingers, which were everywhere but where she wanted them. My hand came down hard on her pussy. It was enough to get her attention.

“Sir,” she moaned and then promptly relaxed back and moved her body into the exact position I’d put her in when I laid her down. “Sorry. I’m ready.”

“Good. Here it is.” I paused and kissed the tip of her nose. “Do you trust me not to hurt you?”

She blinked up at me, wide-eyed and vulnerable, the question hanging in the space between us like a thread waiting to be pulled. I could see the hesitation. Not that she doubted me, but it was the ghost of every time she’d been wrong before.

Her chest rose with a shaky breath. Then, her lips parted, and her eyes softened. The shift was subtle but powerful.

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, her head bobbing.

My throat tightened. That answer—so simple, so willing—knocked the air from my lungs. I cupped her face with both hands, brushing my thumbs over her cheeks.

“Thank you for that,” I murmured. “I promise I’ll earn it, every time.”

Having received permission, I repositioned myself to the side of her. I may have labeled it a punishment, but it would be anything but.

Taking her right hand, I folded down her ring finger and pinkie, placing her thumb over both to keep them down. With her middle finger and pointer extended, I eased it across her nipples. She stiffened as they pebbled.

“Ooh,” she cooed.

I guided her hand down her body to her shaved pussy. She tried to pull away. “Remember the rules. If you want me to stop you, say the word,” I said, giving her a minute. With a nod, she relaxed. I brought her fingertips lower and let them brush against her slick flesh.

“Now if you’d been the good girl you promised to be, these would be my fingers.” I guided them up and down her as if they were my own. She whimpered in frustration.

Using her fingers to tenderly stroke her clit, I smiled with delight as her breathing grew heavy. “Now you’re going to do as I tell you, and I’m going to watch.”

I released her hand. Her eyes widened into saucers as understanding dawned on her. She straightened her head and looked up at the ceiling. Her fingers hovered over her flesh. Placing my fingers on her chin, I twisted her face to meet mine.