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“I put Xylazine in his flask before we left the stable.”
“Xylazine?”
“A horse sedative.”
“Does Aiden know?”
I shook my head. “No. Everyone knew the horse was green and temperamental. He’d bucked Tiernan off the day before. And there was no question that he’d broken his neck. It was a stroke of luck, really. I was going to lead Cayenne to the river and let Tiernan drown once the drugs kicked in, but he spooked when Tiernan started to lose his balance. He reared and flipped over ...”
The gravel in his brogue deepened as his lips vibrated against mine. “Did he suffer?”
Those three words did something to my heart.
A sudden need sparked through me. A desire to pleasure Lucifer and worship him the way he’d done for me.
We’d been through a storm together, and by some miracle, we’d survived. I knew it wasn’t over yet, but the worst had to be behind us—right? I’d bared my darkest secrets, and he still looked at me as though I were his very own moon and stars. He’d learned the truth of his past and he was still breathing.
I slipped off his lap and lowered to my knees. “Not enough.”
Lucifer’s body was a picture of calm self-possession, but his eyes told me a hungry beast lurked inside.
And it wanted me.
I tugged at his joggers, and when my fingers brushed the dark curls of his groin, a primal groan rumbled up from his chest.
His sound of approval urged me on.
I eased his pants lower. His steel length jerked upward, and I nuzzled the base of his cock, inhaling his musky, masculine scent, drawing it deep into my lungs.
He cupped his hand around my elbow, a gesture to make me stand. “Willa, sweetheart, you don’t have to do this.”
I lifted my chin, meeting his gaze. Desire coated in empathy warred there. He was thinking back on the things I’d said in the study.
Lucifer’s selflessness and integrity were two of the sexiest things about him.
In that moment, my need to satisfy him took on a life of its own. I loathed that my only experience with being on the giving end of oral sex was Tiernan taking my mouth by force, his vile seed slithering down my throat as I choked. Pain coupled with humiliation—my dead husband’s aphrodisiac.
“I know I don’t have to. But I want to,” I told him. “You have to trust me too.”
Awareness lit up his eyes, and a beat later, he gave me a solemn nod.
I leaned forward, flattening my tongue against the underside of his cock, then dragged it along the prominent vein in one sultry stroke. The strong muscles of his thighs clenched and swelled. He pushed back into the chair with a hiss.
Lucifer’s raw reaction sent a rush of arousal to my core.
I peered up through my lashes as I flicked my tongue over his salty tip. Eyes swimming with wild passion and unconditional love stared back. The reciprocal emotions that stirred inside me were almost too much to contain.
I licked, sucked, and teased his shaft, stealing desperate breaths. Oxygen was necessary, but I didn’t want an excuse to stop. His abdomen trembled, and his legs widened in a silent plea for more. I curled my fingers around his girth and slid him between my lips.
A pained moan ripped from his throat, prompting my own soft cry of longing.
Lucifer said my pussy felt like heaven, but he tasted like sin.
He was big. Too big to fit. My cheeks hollowed as I pumped him in and out of my mouth. With gentle hands, he stroked my hair, caressed my face, and murmured words of praise and endearment. All the while, he kept his hips pinned in place, refusing to thrust or take more than I was giving.
A feeling of power spread through me like wildfire.
I’d never felt more like a queen.
