Page 323 of Coal Hearts

He gave me everything.

I took it all.

Dropping my hand between his legs, I rolled his balls between my fingers.

His reaction was instantaneous.

His growl echoed over the pond, scattering dragonflies. “Hell yes. Just like that. Fuck, you’re good at sucking my cock.”

His praise soothed the pain he’d given me but didn’t earn my forgiveness.

How strange that Sam said I was terrible in bed, yet Henri acted as if I was his ultimate fantasy.

I hated that ego made me try harder.

Pride made me fall into ruin as I cut free the threads inside me and threw myself into war.

I wanted him to break.

I wanted to be the one to destroy him.

I sucked harder.

I fisted tighter.

“Goddammit—” His voice cracked. “Your mouth...shit—”

I did most things on instinct, stroking him, caressing him, finding his most sensitive spots. I studied him, stripped him, stole everything.

My hand dipped lower, burrowing into the dark heat between his legs.

He twitched and groaned.

I did it again.

A flush of salt on my tongue.

Tightening my fist around his iron length, I sucked and pressed three fingers right on the ridged line tracing from his balls to his rear.

Neither of us was ready for his reaction.

Clamping both hands on my head, he surged into my mouth. “Fucking hell. Yes. Christ, yes. Take it. Suck me—”

I rubbed him.

He lost all power of conversation.

His body quaked.

His cock pulsed.

His skin became an inferno.

“Merde—” He thrust again and again, and...I let him.

I pressed harder and harder against that ridged little spot.

“Goddamn, you’re good at that.” He clawed his way back to sanity. “Enough. Wait. Too soon. I don’t...” He scrambled for self-control, trying to push me away.