Page 154 of Fall Before Her Throne

“Need a shower?” he asked.

I shut the door and then wrapped my hands around his middle. The water was warm and comforting, but it didn’t come close to how his body felt against mine.

“If it’s a shower with you, the answer is always yes.” I kissed him, tipping his head back to get a better angle to sweep my tongue inside his mouth. His fingers clutched at my waist, and I groaned into his mouth. “I just can’t resist.”

“I know the feeling.” His palm spread over my stomach and then moved upward over my chest while his free hand tugged me closer.

“I saw you in the garage earlier when we got home,” I said, rubbing soft circles over his skin. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah.” He rested his forehead on my shoulder, but his hands didn’t stop their soft explorations. I dragged my fingers up the back of his neck until they nested in his hair. “I was worried the feds had planted trackers on our cars. Ryuji and Cas were tailed coming home tonight and had to ditch theirs.”

I leaned back. “Were there?”

He pulled me against his body again. “No, thank God. But we need to be careful.”

A wave of relief washed over me. “Thank you, Ciel.”

“For what?”

“For working constantly to make sure we stay alive.”

I could feel the smile against my skin. “I’ll do anything to keep everyone safe.”

“I know.” I pressed a soft kiss to his temple. “But you have to take care of yourself, too.”

His blue eyes sparkled with mirth while he wrapped his arms tighter around me. “I said that same thing to you not too long ago.”

“And you were one hundred percent correct.” I deepened the kiss while the steam swirled around us. The stress of everything melted away with his touch, his taste. Everything about him was perfect.

When his hand closed around my throbbing cock, I gasped and rested my forehead against his. Ciel did everything for everyone, but he deserved more. I needed to show him how much I loved him.

“That feels so good, love.” I pinned him against the wall. He stroked me while I sucked his neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses from his ear down to his collarbone. His free hand gripped my cheek and brought our kisses back together. “But let me take care of you tonight.”

I dropped to my knees, gripped his ass cheeks, and swirled my tongue around his shaft.

“Wynn, I—” he groaned. His hands tugged my hair, and it was the perfect encouragement I needed to deep-throat him. He always came so fast down my throat. “Cariño.”

I loved when he called me that. I loved when his cock pulsed in my mouth. I loved even more when I cupped his balls and his head tilted back against the wall of the shower. One of my hands trailed up his abs to his chest, and I squeezed.

“Wynn, I’m so close⁠—”

I sucked harder, bobbing up and down on his cock, letting my tongue drag around his head. I tongued his tip and then went back down, swallowing him all the way to his base. Then I popped off and smiled at the look of surprise in his eyes.

“What? Didn’t think I’d edge you tonight?”

The little pout of his lips was adorable. “You said you wanted to take care of me.”

“Oh, I will,” I said before my mouth closed down around him again. His groan was music to my ears. My blood raged through my veins, my cock pulsed between my legs. “But you come so fucking hard when I play with you.”

His eyes squeezed shut and whimpered when I took him in my mouth again. My palms cupped his ass cheeks, pulling him as deep inside my throat as I could. I knew every inch of Ciel’s body now. I knew it like it were my own.

My pointer pressed against the pucker of his asshole.

“Fuck,” he breathed before he loosed a string of Spanish. I almost downloaded a language learning app on my phone so I could learn, but I knew he’d find out, so I bought a basic Spanish textbook and I’d been reading in the mornings when he slept in. Eventually, I’d surprise him. For now, I let the music of his native tongue fuel every bob of my head. My finger pressed inside him, and his hips jerked forward. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

I popped off again.

He groaned in frustration. His fingers twisted in my hair, and he stared down at me, surrounded by a halo of steam. “Make me fucking come.”