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It takes me too long to realize what the hell she’s asking for because it’s dark on a scale that hadn’t even occurred to me. Dark in a way that I wouldn’t have thought she’d ever ask for.
I take a step forward and put a finger under her chin to tilt it up to me. “Are you telling me that you need to be fucked?”
She makes a tiny whimpering sound in the back of her throat. “Yes.”
Gods, what the fuck is wrong with me that the idea of fucking her here, surrounded by death and darkness has me hardening already? The thought of driving memories into her with my cock—shit.
“That’s not very good of you. Maybe I’ve tainted you beyond repair.”
Suddenly, I need her everywhere at once. I don’t know if I want to be inside her or to have her come on my face or how best to worship her and make her scream.
“Wait,” I say, suddenly as an idea occurs to me.
Her gaze is suspicious, as if I’d ever not give her exactly what she needs. I shrug off my jacket, and it hits the floor with a wet plop, and then pull my shirt off with one arm and begin undoing my pants.
Etta licks over her lips and I preen slightly—I will never get tired of how she looks at me.
“Take off your dress.”
“You don’t want to do it?” she says, confused.
I do, actually, but this isn’t about that. “Don’t worry good girl, I’ll have my hands all over you in a minute.”
When she’s standing in front of me, completely naked, I reach for her lifting her up onto the stone. “Lie down.”
She slowly lowers herself to the altar, surrounded by the candles and roses and pomegranate seeds and I can see the flash of fear in her eyes for just a moment, but then I step in front of her blocking the view of the rest of the room.
I know the broad strokes of the ritual for marriage in the Order,The Five Fold Kiss, and this isn’t exactly it, but it doesn't matter. This is about worshiping her and taking her memories back.
“Blessed be thy lips,” I tell her as I come to stand at the end of the altar table, above her head.
Etta immediately responds to the familiar phrase and tenses as I bend to press a kiss to the corner of her mouth.
“Roman…” she says warily against my mouth.
“Quiet, good girl, I’m concentrating.”
I kiss her more thoroughly and she sighs, opening her mouth to me and running her tongue over mine.
I step away and move down the table to stand beside her. She reaches up to grab my head as I suck lightly on each nipple, swirling my tongue. “Blessed be thy breasts.”
“I need you to—”
“Blessed be thy cunt.”
She laughs—that’s not the words—but her laughter immediately dies as I grab her legs and pull her toward the end of the table, and bend to press a long, open mouth kiss to her clit.
“Oh my gods,” she squeals, her knees clenching around my head.
No, good girl, just me. Just us.
I lick her over and over, tasting and sucking her down as my fingers probe at her soft folds. Her hips rise and fall as she writhes beneath me, fucking herself against my tongue.
I pull back for a breath, still pumping my fingers in and out of her, and marvel at how fucking beautiful she is, undone like this.
“On your knees,” I tell her, straightening.
She whimpers in protest, thinking I'm done with her, but no. I just want more.
