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Taking my finger, I run it down the thick veins that surround him, following them down to his knot, which already begins to swell. “Damnation, Kitty,” he groans, jutting his hips up. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“How can you tell, my good sir?” My voice is breathy and soft as I look up at him.

“Because,” he growls, “I can smell your arousal. With each pass of your fingertips, it grows stronger. I’m sure you’re soaking by now, aren’t you?”

“That I am, my good sir. But please, allow me to continue my penance. I must atone for my words.”

He stands there, rigid as precum continues to well up and bead at his slit. Once there’s enough, it drips down his length. Unable to resist, I lap at him, dragging my tongue from his balls to his tip, savoring him as if he’s a sweet treat. Like melted chocolate, his bitter, earthy flavor explodes on my tongue, driving up my lust.

Now, his arms are no longer crossed. They dangle at his side as he clenches and releases his fingers. He wants to grab me to force his cock down my throat. I can tell by the rigid lines of his body as he holds himself still.

Taking my time, I drag the tip of my tongue around his head, coming close to the slit, which is now sticky with his essence. Coming around underneath, I tease that bit of skin that connects down with the shaft, growing wetter as oaths fly from his lips. Unable to tease him any longer, I swallow his fat head into my mouth, groaning at the feel of it on my tongue.

William finally runs his fingers through my hair, gripping the strands as he leads me down his shaft. He’s not rough this time, but urgent, insistent. Widening my lips as far as I can, I continue down his shaft, running my tongue along the underside as he feeds me his cock inch by maddening inch.

Once his head hits the back of my throat, I place my palms against his muscular thighs, grounding myself as I force my mind to calm. I know I can breathe, and yet, when I’m so stuffed with him, it’s sometimes hard to imagine. Giving in, I allow him to take over.

Gently, he pulls out and rocks back in, easing his tip down into my throat one stroke at a time. We stay like this for what feels like an eternity until his knot finally grazes against my lips. He holds me there, his cock pulsing in my mouth as sinful groans fill the air.

I no longer care if I can breathe or not because every inch of me is consumed with my husband and the pleasure his body brings me. My eyes flutter closed as he pulls out once more, allowing me precious air. Each time he eases inside, he holds me close, almost as if he’s caressing me, before reluctantly pulling away.

CHAPTER 6

WILLIAM

I stare down at my wife, lust swirling through me. God, but I want to come down her pretty throat. Perhaps if I allow myself, I’ll be able to drive this madness from my brain and finally be able to think. There’s so much I want to do to her, with her, but I can’t when my cock controls my actions.

Gripping the back of her head, I hold her still as I glide in and out. My balls clench, drawing up until they’re so tight stars spark behind my eyes. Grunts and oaths fly from my lips as her lips massage me and her tongue caresses me.

When I first met her, I wasn’t able to fuck her face with such wild abandon. Now, after a few weeks of teaching and training her, she kneels there before me, her throat softening as I force myself down, choking her. Tears stream from her eyes as her lips thin, accommodating my massive girth.

Those tears are precious to me. They speak of her willing submission. Whereas the scent of arousal that drifts up from her pussy speaks of the pleasure she derives from being my vessel.

My knot swells, tingling as I slide into her one final time. Holding her still, I jerk my hips as cum spurts out from me and shoots down the back of her throat. Her fingers frantically clench at my thighs as I fill her stomach with my essence.

Like the good little omega she is, she swallows me down as best as she can. She sucks me hard, drinking every drop. Groaning, I fist her hair in my hands and pull her away.

With practiced ease, she drops her hands back down to her thighs and proceeds to clean me with her tongue. “My good little omega,” I murmur, brushing her mass of ebony curls from her face so I can watch her pretty pink tongue lap at my slit.

Already I grow hard again, needing her with a passion which will never die. And it will always be like this between us. I just know it. It’s not because of these little games we play with each other, but because our souls recognize each other as our other half.

Forcing myself away from the warm haven of her mouth, I painfully tuck my cock into my breeches. I need my strong-willed anatomy away for what I plan to do next.

“You are far more skilled than you let on. Perhaps your husband is a luckier man than you admit?”

With a feigned coquettish sigh, she lowers her lashes, simpering as well as any practiced courtesan. “My good sir, it is you who are my inspiration. I’ve never been able to handle even the mere idea of such an activity from my husband.”

“Indeed,” I murmured, motioning for her to stand up. “I wonder how well you’ll fare with my next task. You will not move until I give you permission.” Again, I pull out the dagger and watch as her pupils dilate.

It’s been far too long since she’s felt the kiss of a knife on her skin. As I stalk forward, her chest heaves, forcing her breasts to rise above the top of her corset. It’s such an alluring visual, one that has my knot throbbing with need.

I make quick work of the strings, making a mental note to stock her wardrobe with clothes far less expensive. This way, I can destroy them at will and not cause her mental anguish. Somehow, she still doesn’t understand that I would buy her the moon if it only hung low enough for someone to put a bill of sale on it.

She carries these unnecessary sensibilities around her like a shroud. Someday, I’ll be able to cut through the mental barriers, to prove to her she’s safe with me. I will provide every need and then some.

Still though, I don’t miss the pang that shoots through her heart as the corset falls to the floor. Dropping character for a moment, I lean forward. “Love, we can easily replace the strings. Your corset is not destroyed.”

Catherine’s fingers twitch at her sides, and through the bond, I feel the overwhelming warmth and happiness my words bring her. “Thank you. I was rather fond of this one.”