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“Run, Little Swallow.” Her back turned to me, and feet padded hard against the steps. I bit my cheek to fight the laughter. Her sock-covered feet gave the appearance of a baby deer on ice. I was at the base of the stairs, and she’d hardly made it halfway. I took two generous steps and grabbed her.
“Jaiden!” she screamed as I threw her over my shoulder. Her legs kicked out. She was going nowhere. I reached the landing of the second floor.
“Left or right, Little Swallow?” Both doors at the top were closed, and I’d never actually been this far inside before.
“This really doesn—” My hand popped her ass hard. She groaned against the sting.
“Left or right?” I demanded more than questioned.
“For the love of hell!” she yelled and squirmed again. I raised my hand, but she was quicker. “RIGHT! It’s right!” she panted.
I stepped off to the right, opening the small white door and ducking inside. It was a cute space with soft lighting. The walls were bright, and the accents were dark.
But I didn’t give a fuck about her decorating habits right now.
I tossed her on the bed gently, and she bounced as she stared back at me, confused about the game she thought we were playing. I grabbed her chin roughly but brought her in for a sweeter kiss. She tasted like honey again. Her eyes searched mine when she pulled away.
“Do I scare you, Bexley Laughtery?” I asked her again. A question from what felt like forever ago. She smiled and shook her head.
“No. The two worlds I wanted most came together.” She hooked a finger through my belt loop. I hummed at her affectionate response.
“That’s my good girl.” I grinned and watched her cheeks redden.
Her pajamas were light and thin. I lifted the gray shirt over her head and threw it aside. She hadn’t worn a bra, but instead of lingering, I moved to her shorts. I let my fingers wander the soft skin of her thighs. She hadn’t worn underwear either.
This woman is going to kill me.
“I don’t have the same things you do,” she fretted while I removed my shirt. “In your room, I mean.” She looked away in embarrassment. I kicked off my boots and started on my pants, not stopping until I was fully stripped.
“That’s not what tonight’s about,” I said as her eyes trailed up and down, following the paths of various tattoos that she’d never seen before. “Tonight is soft, and I want you to see me.”
“You’re seen,” she murmured, still zeroed in on the ink trailing my skin. “They’re beautiful—” She stopped speaking when her eyes hit my chest. She had been following the basilisk.
“Everything okay?”
She moved to the edge of the bed where I was standing. The soft glow of the light spread shadows along her body. Her fingers slid down my chest.
“They’re pierced, too?” She laughed as her finger brushed the ring in my nipple.
“I don’t think those are the most shocking, personally.” I pulled her mouth to mine, pressing her body against me. I missed this contact from the last time we were in bed together.
“What would be shocking?” she asked, leaning back. She looked over the usual ones she could see. I took one hand from my chest and moved it to my cock. She wrapped around it, and her eyebrows raised when her fingers grazed the cool metal barbells on the underside.
“See.” I laughed, but she moved her hand over them, and it turned into a desperate groan.
“So that’s what that was,” she said, smirking like it was a game. “How many?”
“Seven,” I hissed between my teeth as she continued to stroke.
She bent down, moving her hair out of the way. She ran her tongue along the underside, moving over each piercing carefully.She’s definitely out to kill me.She reached the top and swirled her tongue around before taking me into her mouth.
Her mouth was warm silk as she bobbed her head in a slow and circular motion. I replaced her hand with mine as I gripped the loose strands with gentle pressure. My other hand cradled her jaw, and I rubbed my thumb in small circles over the muscles.
“Little Swallow,” I moaned into the empty room. She looked up, and I passed away. The wickedness came out. “Protect your teeth, baby.”
I pushed to the back of her throat when I felt her tongue move. She gagged at the intrusion, but I kept moving. I had her head pinned in place to take it all. After a few more thrusts, tears started to well in her eyes.
“You’re such a good girl,” I praised, holding myself at the back of her throat while she gagged and drooled. The tears spilled over, dragging her mascara down her cheeks. “Fuck, you are so beautiful ruined beneath me.”
