“There was a time I’d slit your throat if you let me come that close to you with a knife. Now you’re asking me to stab you?”
“I want my wife to feel comfortable anytime we’re in bed together. So if I get another scar? Fuck it. I was too pretty to begin with. Not as pretty as Bas?—”
I snort. Sorry, but as attractive and gorgeous and mouthwatering as my husband has always been to me—even when I refused to admit that I thought so—I think it’s fair to say thatno oneis as pretty as Sebastien Reynolds.
Connor purses his lips for a moment. At this point in our relationship, you’d think he wouldn’t be jealous of his old friends—and you’d be wrong. He doesn’t seem all that pleased that I implied Bas is prettier than he is, which is probably why he decides to punish me the way he does.
Not with pain. Never with pain. Connor told me repeatedly in the beginning that he would never hurt me, and he didn’t; physically, at least. But pleasure… yeah. I see the dark look in his eyes, the lust-filled expression twisting his features, and I know I’m in trouble.
Leaning back into the couch, he pats his chest.
I stay on my knees.
I… Ican’t.
Connor disagrees.
He shakes his head. “Bas might be pretty, but your husband ishungry, sweetheart. So get on over here, put your ass on my chest, your legs over the couch, hold on tight to my head and let me feast on that pussy of years.”
I suck in a breath.
Okay. So I finally found the nerve to suck his dick. I didn’t do it because I expected him to go down on me in return. No one ever has. Even though I made it clear it would take me a while to feel comfortable fellating him, I couldn’t bring myself to let him eat me out, either. My time in that cell… none of those fuckers ever wanted me to feel good. They would slip their hands into my leggings, shoving their fingers inside of me, not to make me come, but because it was another violation that got them off.
And if I did come despite myself? They used that to justify everything they did to me.
But they never kissed me. Not on the mouth, and not on my pussy. Connor… I love the way he takes my lips. But to let him lap at my slit… my heart jumps as the promise of how pleasurable he would do his best to make it, while my head shuts down at the thought that he evenwantsto.
One look at the hunger on his face? Yeah, he wants to, but can I let him?
I swallow roughly. I enjoyed tasting him more than I thought I would because itwasConnor. Maybe… maybe it’ll be the same for this.
His eyes twinkle over my head. “What’s the matter, baby? Don’t tell me I have to sedate you first.”
Holy shit.
A shiver runs through me, so fierce and sudden, I nearly climax from that alone.
When I made my offer to my husband at Christmas, it was partly out of jealousy for that sex doll of his. It took me some time to realize that I didn’t even want a plastic Haven to haveany part of Connor. He took me, he promised me I was his and he was mine, and he warped me intothis: a woman who needs him more than her next breath.
However, I very quickly discovered that nothing turns me on faster than waking up to sticky thighs and no panties. Knowing that Connor needed me so damn badly that he fucked me while I was fast asleep… I almost always have to nudge him awake so that I can experience my own orgasm the next morning.
“Have you… have you before?” I whisper.
“Have I sucked your pussy lips into my mouth, taken the taste of your juices straight from the source, and buried myself in the one place I belong more than any other? No, Haven. You told me I could fuck you while you slept. You didn’t say anything about eating your pussy.”
That’s Connor for you. He could keep me as his captive for months, then force me to marry him, but when it comes to a sex act that I refused him because I was uncomfortable with that, it was a boundary he didn’t cross even while I was unconscious and couldn’t enforce it.
That more than anything has me pushing off of the ground. Before I can second-guess myself, I tug off my leggings, tug off my panties, and shakily climb on top of his lap.
That tiny bit of permission is all Connor needs. Lifting me easily, he positions me just the way he requested. Instead of just diving in, though, he lifts his head, searching my face.
“I want this.” His voice is husky and deep. “So fucking bad. I’vedreamedof this… but if you don’t want to?—”
I grab his hair, fisting the strands. Before I can talk myself out of it, I yank his face against my visibly soaked pussy the same time as I scoot forward, giving him complete access to me.
“Dont. Drown,” I bite out.
His laugh is muffled, as is the way he says, “Worth it,” before using his tongue to do something other than talk.
