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My heart aches for what Scythe has only moments ago opened up to me about his parents. No one should have to go through what he and Styxx went through growing up. To lose a parent or someone you love at such a young age is too much for anyone to bear. But to see it firsthand is overbearing. I don’t know how either of them got to be who they are without it fully marking them.
I can’t say it didn’t faze them, because that type of trauma would do that to anyone.
Staring at him now, I swallow nervously and slowly step toward him. My body hums with need. The ride up here was more torture than my body could handle. The plug he inserted is driving me wild with lust. If I knew what to do, I’d have jumped him the moment we got here.
But then I wouldn’t have gotten his story. I wouldn’t have heard what he’s been through, and I know, without a doubt, him telling me what he did . . . him bringing me here, it’s a gift. One I won’t take for granted.
Well, maybe a little. Only because it’s him and I want him. I want to be with him. I need him inside me. His fingers touching me. Our bodies together, connecting in a way that only two people can be. I want what he can give me.
I close the distance between us and place my hand in his. Scythe pulls me into him and lowers his mouth to mine. What starts out as slow and sweet turns heated and dominating. The way he kisses me, controlling my mouth . . . it’s like building the fire higher that’s already burning inside me. My toes curl, and I lean deeper into him, wanting more. So much more. I just don’t know what to do.
I want to feel him. Touch him. Taste him.
A flash of a memory pops in my head of me on my knees in front of him, and my core clenches with desire . . . lust. Honestly, I don’t know what I should call it, but whatever it is, it has me needing Scythe so much more than I thought could be possible.
Scythe breaks his lips from mine and strips me of my shirt, tossing it to the side. He does the same with my bra, removing it with ease. My pants and panties are next to go as he shoves them down my legs.
“Step out for me,” he commands, his voice husky and oh-so sexy. When he sounds like this it sends tendrils down my spine.
I do as he tells me, a part of me feeling a bit self-conscious at being naked in front of this man. The other part of me feels inhibited by my nudity and the way he’s looking at me. It’s almost erotic.
“So fuckin’ beautiful,” Scythe murmurs, cupping a breast in one hand. The other curves around my rear, tapping against the plug still inside me.
A moan leaves my lips at the sensations coursing up and down my spine. God, it feels good, and I desperately want more.
“Scythe, please.”
“In time, baby,” he says and steps back. He twists, grabs a throw blanket off the couch, and lays it on the ground. “I want you to lie on the blanket, legs bent apart, and hands over your head.”
“But I . . .”
“No buts, Josephine, do what I told you,” he clips out, using that commanding tone of his.
Swallowing, I nod and do as he says.
I stare up at him, feeling my chest rising with each breath as I watch him strip off his boots, remove his cut, placing it on the couch, his shirt following. He unbuckles his belt, slips it off, tosses it on the floor by me, and unbuttons his jeans. He doesn’t remove them, though, and I can see from the opening that he isn’t wearing anything underneath.
Scythe drops to his knees between my legs and immediately runs his fingers through my entrance. “So wet and warm. I love how wet you get for me.”
Leaning in, Scythe swipes his tongue through my slit.
“Scythe.” I arch upward, not wanting to lose his mouth.
Scythe toys with me, takes his time, and drives me nearly insane with need. He uses his fingers and mouth, taking me ever so close to my release, only to pull away. Each time he gets me that much closer, he goes to play elsewhere, keeping me from finding my release. I plead for him to let me come, but he ignores me and continues to drive me over the edge.
Sweat beads my body, and I find myself trembling with need.
Scythe pulls away, strips his jeans off, and comes back to me. His larger body between my legs, his cock nudges at my entrance. “Fuckin’ beautiful,” he says huskily. “I want you to keep your arms over your head, Josephine. No matter how hard I take you, keep them there. Do you understand me?”
“Yes,” I pant, more than ready for him to enter me.
“Good girl.”
Taking his time, he thrusts inside me, filling me inch by slow inch until he’s seated to the hilt.
I grasp the blanket beneath me to keep from reaching for Scythe. As much as I long to touch him, I don’t want him to stop.
Scythe’s thrusts are painfully slow, and he keeps me from coming. But the way he touches me, uses his mouth, is just as good, and I know when he allows me to orgasm, it’s going to be earth-shattering. I can all but feel it will be amazing.
