“Fuck… Princess,” I groaned, my voice cracking from the look she gave me, that fucking smirk burning straight through whatever control I had left.
She knew she had me by the balls and she loved every second of it.
“I’m not a princess. I might look like one, but I’m a nasty hoe with the filthiest fucking desires that I’ve buried for too long. And this is going to be my damn meal.”
My whole body shivered at words I never thought I’d hear from her mouth. In all the nights I’d spent imagining her, craving her, needing her, notoncehad I pictured Serenity talking to me with that bold, predatory edge, that dominion dripping from every syllable.
But I didn’t get the chance to process a damn thing because she showed mercy to nobody, least of all me.
She took my dick into her warm mouth with the hunger of a woman starved for a lifetime. Her wet tongue swirled around me, sending lightning ripping through my spine.
“Shit! Jesus fuck,” I groaned, my voice raw as fuck.
Her tongue was everywhere on my dick, heaven and hell twisting together and tearing me apart until my whole body tightened from the heat she dragged through me. My hands flew to her head on instinct, gripping her bun tight as Serenity sucked the life out of me. She took me from base to tip, then deeper, getting me soaked with her hunger.
“Got dammit, that mouth is sinful,” I grunted, desire pumping through my blood so hard it felt violent.
Her head dipped lower as she explored the space between my legs with a hunger that threatened to wipe me out. Her tongue dragged over my balls, then she pulled them into her mouth andI nearly lost my mind.
“Fucking hell,” a sound so raw and filthy it couldn’t have been human, ripped out of me.
My grip tightened in her hair, needing something to hold on to so I wouldn’t lose myself in all the pleasure she was giving me. I looked down at her, and the sight almost fucked me up completely.
“Hmmm, so beautiful with my dick in your mouth. You’re taking it so well, baby, fuck.”
Praised by my words, she let go of my balls and wrapped her mouth around the head of my dick. I felt my sanity snap clean in two because the way her tongue dragged over me, the way she teased the slit where every drop of my cum came from, it all sent a shock through my body so brutal I almost forgot how to breathe. Then she spit on my dick and started to stroke me harder, her fist sliding up and down while her mouth sucked me at the same damn time, working me with a focus and hunger that tore the air out of my lungs. There was nothing innocent in the way she touched me. Everything she did was dirty, confident, claiming, and every second of it clawed deeper into me until I could feel possession rising in my throat like a growl. Because imagining any other man feeling this, seeing this,survivingthis, burned through my gut so hot I wanted to put bodies in the ground.
“Fuckkkkkk!!” I groaned.
“Hmmmm.”
Her moan wrapped around me,deep and wet, the sound pushing me even closer to the edge I’d been fighting not to fall off too soon.
No. I’m not coming now, fuck.
I grabbed her face with one hand, needing to pull her away before I lost every piece of myself right there. Dragging her up to me, I crashed my mouth onto hers, kissing her with allthe wreckage she had just carved into me. The kiss was messy and hungry, filled with rage, need, and relief all at once. I was punishing and thanking her at the same damn time.
God, I craved this kind of kiss since the night she walked into my life with my last name tied to hers. No—whatever this hunger was, it started the first time our eyes crossed, long before I had words for it, before I even understood what it meant. Over the years, at those gatherings our families were allowed to attend, it only sharpened. Watching other men approach her and make her smile, burned something vicious in my chest. Jealousy was the only emotion I allowed myself to feel because, in none of my dreams, could I imagine touching her or showing her how badly I craved her.
The kiss became sloppy, breath-stealing, unfiltered, and even though I knew damn well I had no business sharing a kiss like this with a woman I was supposed to kill, I couldn’t give a single fuck about her being a Veylor and me a Korven. All that mattered in that moment was her mouth on mine, her breath mixing with mine, her body satisfying every ounce of hunger I’d buried for too long. I wanted more of her. I wanted every piece she could give me, and every piece she didn’t even know she had.
Dipping back to sucking my dick, Serenity sank deeper, letting her throat take more of me, swallowing me down until the heat of her mouth became a cage I never wanted to escape. She looked up at me while she did it, eyes dark when they locked on mine, dripping with lust and starving for my cum. Both her hands gripped my dick, twisting and pumping in a rhythm that was too precise and too damn perfect, dragging pleasure out of me that hit so hard it felt closer to pain.
“Fuuuuuuck! Where the fuck did you learn that? Whose dick you been sucking like this, princess? Tell me his name so I can put him in the ground,” I growled, the words slipping out before I could remember I wasn’t supposed to sound like her husband.
She froze for half a breath, lifted her gaze, and looked at me with suspicion cutting through her lust.
“You talk just like him,”she said, her tone suspicious.“Except he wouldn’t give a damn. He doesn’t care.”
Then her expression shifted.
“But you? I like it when you get this possessive. Keep going.”
Hearing that almost ripped my heart out of my chest. Saying I don’t care, certainly meant she was thinking about the wedding night, about how she had begged me to fuck her, and I walked away like I didn’t want her when all I hadeverwanted was to pin her to that damn bed and sink my dick deep into the pussy I had starved for.
“And stop calling me princess. There’s nothing princess-like about me. I’m not here to be handled gently. I want to be fucked like a slut. Princess doesn’t fit. Find me something filthier.”
Her hand tightened around the base of my dick, claiming me.
