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He wanted me as much as I wanted him, and he wasn't afraid to show it.
I felt the intensity of his need, the rawness of his energy, pulsing between us.
The suits he wore, the emotions he masked, how quiet he remained in the company of others—it was a carefully designed and controlled mask of the restrained power within him.
In reality, he was a wild and untamed beast. His power was palpable, like an electric current surging through his veins.
A shiver worked its way up my spine as I took it in. I wanted to feed off it. To let it flow over me and through me and in me. It gave me strength in a way I'd never felt before. A confidence that was both alluring and addictive.
I could be in Rook's thrall forever.
I wanted to speak but the words evaporated before they were fully formed.
I’d never really realized until yesterday how much guilt I’d been holding on to. It had been a thunder crash of emotion, a tornado inside me, the memory of what really happened that night wanting to burst from me. But I’d been holding on to it for so long, it could only storm inside me…until Rook.
He’d shown me how to release it.
How to transfer the pain inside into something pleasurable.
How, in the release of my orgasm, I could let go of all the other emotions — heartache, regret… guilt.
He strode forward, tilting my chin upward to brush a thumb over my lips, which parted at his touch. “Thank you.” There was something in his gaze, something about the way he was looking at me…something I couldn’t quite put my finger on. But it was familiar and palpable, as real as the soft sheets under my knees. He continued, “You exist in this world, Summer, but remain above it. Like a supernatural creature—delicate and otherworldly, too perfect for this terrible world we live in. And now, you’re here to tempt me, to haunt me in my dreams. I’m always reaching, but you are never there.”
“And why is that?” My throat was dry, my voice hoarse and scratchy, my mind, caught under his spell. He was the one casting the magic.
Bending down, his eyes shuttering closed for a brief moment, he whispered against my lips, “Because I’m not capable of trust, dear, sweet bunny.” His hand went to my neck, lightly squeezing, “And so, I can’t give you what you want—unconditional love. I will always have one hand on the door, ready to slam it in your face. And, because of that, I can never have you.”
Dejection crashed over me, and I pulled in a silent breath. His grip around my throat was firm and unyielding, like an iron collar, chaining me to back my fears. He met my eyes for a brief moment, his gaze dark and intense. A finality in them.
“Now, come here,” he moved to the center of the bed and lay on his back, beckoning me, as if he hadn’t just thrust a hot iron through my belly, “I want to play with you.”
When I hesitated, regret still coursing through me, his eyes flashed. “I told you, Summer. I have an insatiable appetite. Is it too much?”
“No.”
“Then for now, this cunt is mine. I paid for it, and I will take what I want from it.” He paused, “Are you telling me you don’t want me?” Was that a warbling to his voice, a vulnerability?
“No, sir.”
His gaze darkened at my words, a low hum escaping his throat. “Good. Then be a good girl and do what I say.” He held out his hand, guiding me to straddle him, then he heaved me upwards. “Sit on my face, I want to taste you.”
I shivered at the deep timbre of his voice but still hesitated. “But what if…” God, I was embarrassed. I inhaled a deep breath, gathering my courage. “What if I smother you?” My voice sounded small.
“Let’s find out, shall we?”
I, hesitatingly, lowered myself but his hands wrapped around my thighs, pulling me tight to him. Heat enveloped me as he buried his nose in my cunt, pulling in a breath and groaning in pleasure. “You smell so good, baby girl. Your pussy is already begging for me.”
I could feel it, the heat, dripping from my cunt.
I whimpered, my body coming alive at the fluttering suck of his mouth, his tongue lapping as he murmured against my skin, “So fucking delicious. Shift your hips, baby. I want your juices running down my face.”
At his direction, I closed my eyes, and rocked against his jaw, giving in to my lust.
“Mmmm,” he groaned, “so obedient and wonderful.” He lapped and suckled, his touch guiding me, helping me know how to do it. My awkwardness slowly melting away in the heat of the moment.
His fingers probed, running up and down my slit. Inserting a knuckle. Pulling it out then entering the tip, rubbing against my walls. Sucking my pussy lips into his mouth, biting playfully. Making me pull in a startled breath.
I couldn’t stop the noises coming from me, loving the prickling pain of his teeth.
