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I thought that part of myself was gone after the first kidnapping, and maybe it is, but I feel myself again, which is a feat in itself since I’m pregnant.
Hendrick releases his grasp on my throat, though it isn’t tight enough to restrict my airway or anything. His hand slides down the center of my chest, stopping at my belly, and I watch as his lips twitch as he caresses me there.
“When do you go to your first doctor’s appointment?” he asks.
Smiling, I tilt my head to the side, wrapping my hand around his wrist at my belly, and slip it between my legs. “On Monday,” I confess.
“I’ll be there with you.”
And those are the last words that are spoken. His fingers slide through my folds, circling my clit before he glides them through my folds again, then he shifts them inside of me, and I whimper at the sensation of him filling me.
Slowly, he makes a come-hither motion with his fingers, his palm pressing against my clit. Shifting his face forward, he touches his mouth to mine, his tongue filling me before he swirls it around, tasting me fully again.
My hips jerk, and my hands grip his shoulders, my nails digging into his flesh as I ride his fingers. I don’t care what part of him is inside of me. I’ll always crave it, always crave more. He’s the only one who makes me feel this way, who makes me feel whole, secure, and safe.
He is the only one.
Just Hendrick.
I rip my mouth from his, and my head falls backward as I continue to ride, to be consumed by him. I come, but it isn’t hard and rolls through me almost like a cool summer breeze. It’s beautiful, delicious even. But what it isn’t is enough.
However, when it comes to him, the way he makes me feel, it’s never enough. It will never be enough, because I am selfish. I want all of him all the time. I don’t want him to ever leave my body, no part of it. I know it makes me grossly selfish, but I’m not sure I care. I think I will always be that way when it comes to him.
Before I can say anything, he has his hands around the backs of my thighs and picks me up, setting me down on the bed. Then he grips the backs of my knees and tugs me forward so my ass hangs off the edge. My legs are spread wide, my elbows digging into the mattress.
Hendrick slowly sinks to his knees, his eyes never leaving mine, not even when he has to tip his head back slightly to keep the contact.
“Do not look away, sunshine. I want to see your face, your eyes, while I’m eating your perfect pussy. I want to watch you come.”
Goose bumps break out over my entire body as my breathing comes out ragged, and I lick my dry lips in an attempt to wet them, but it doesn’t work. I want that, though. I want to come on his tongue. I want to come a million times, and I know that if anyone can make that happen, it is him.
Before I can respond to his words. Before I can even think of what I could say, his mouth is between my legs and I feel his tongue there. Warm wetness, perfection. I keep my eyes on his as he looks up at me through his lashes as he laps me. Over and over, his gaze focused.
His tongue swirls my clit, then he licks my entire center again, repeating the move a few more times until he focuses on just my clit. I’m ready for that. His hands slide up the inside of my thighs, gripping my ass as he tips me upward just for him.
My entire body trembles and my head threatens to fall backward, but I can’t break contact with him. I won’t let myself. He wants to watch me, and I can’t deny that it’s sexy as hell watching him in return. I’ve never been with a man who thoroughly enjoys eating my pussy the way Hendrick does.
“I’m close,” I whisper.
He hums, which sends an electric shot throughout my entire body. Moaning, I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, watching him. He doesn’t let me move my hips to find a rhythm to match his. He holds me perfectly still. I am a meal just for him, and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever witnessed in my entire life.
He sucks my clit, flicking it over and over, bringing me to the edge, then slowly swirls me there, my body craving and aching for relief. But it feels too good to ask him to stop, to beg him for anything but more.
Lifting my hand, I hold myself up on one elbow as I slide my fingers through his hair, gripping the strands. I don’t pull him closer or push him away. I want to feel him against me. I want to feel the way he makes me feel.
I want him to make me come.
Control me.
Own me.
Like only he can—because that’s exactly what he does.
Then everything shakes. My body, my fucking soul leaves me and floats up in the air, watching everything happen. I convulse, it’s that damn good. And then he licks me gently until I come down from my release and I feel—fulfilled.
When he fucks me, I come for a third time, and I know I am home. Finally, my mind is at peace.
My soul is calm.
