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The warmth in his eyes makes my heart flip.
Who on earth could imagine the Boogie Man being so patient?
“Alienor.” He brushes a lock of hair off my face and smooths it behind my ear. “I can think clearly for the first time in centuries, and I no longer wish for revenge.”
My pulse kicks up several notches, and I’m suddenly aware that all the moisture has left my throat.
I lick my lips, and the Boogie Man drifts forward, his lips parting.
“What do you want from me?” I rasp.
“A second chance to live,” he murmurs, “To love the woman who ensnared my heart. To love a woman who craves passion, not power.”
I lower my gaze to his mouth. “What do you want to do to me?”
“Everything,” he growls. “I want to suck you until you squirt. I want to make you quiver. And when you’re empty and loose and begging for my cock, I want you to take your fill.”
My breath quickens, and it takes every effort not to look down at his unfeasibly large dick. I don’t need to because it fills one side of my periphery like a beacon.
“That’s quite some feat,” I say.
“I have already worshiped at the altar of your cunt,” he replies with a deep growl that makes every inch of my skin tingle. “Now I want to defile your temple until it crumbles.”
“Please,” I whisper.
“I could give you the kind of pleasure you could never get from a human. I could make you climax from sunrise to sunset until you begged me to stop.”
His voice is so hypnotic that all thoughts of the Boogie Man being too big drift into the ether. He saved my life, healed my wounds with his saliva, and gave me the kind of orgasm I’d only read about in smutty books. It’s no stretch to believe he could pleasure me all night.
Shallow breaths caress the tops of my lungs. All I can say right now in response to those words is, “Oh…”
“What do you want?” He cups the side of my face and brushes the pad of his thumb across my cheekbone.
“All of it,” I rasp. “I want you to make me so relaxed that I can take your massive cock.”
“That’s my girl,” he replies with a deep chuckle.
There’s a part of me that preens at the praise, another part that just wants him to throw me down and subject my body to every imaginable act of filth.
Any part of me that might feel nervous in the presence of the Boogie Man has either vanished or disappeared into the recesses of my mind.
“I’m ready,” I say with a nod.
His approving growl sends a skitter of anticipation down my spine that settles on my slit. The pulse there quickens, expecting an onslaught of attention.
With a smooth movement, he rises off the mattress and stands at the foot of the bed.
I gaze up into his vivid green eyes, my chest rising and falling with rapid breaths.
“Open your legs,” he says.
“How wide?” I ask.
“All the way,” he rasps. “I another look at your pretty, wet cunt.
My throat fills with a whimper, and I let my knees fall to the mattress.
The Boogie Man makes the kind of rumble I’d expect from an apex predator about to embark on a feast. My nipples tighten, and all sensation floods to my clit.
