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“Is this all for me?” I ask her, licking my lips and gazing at her glistening cunt. “Did you dislike me trying to fuck your throat, or merely the way I went about it?”
“Hmm,” she moans when I lean down and swipe my tongue through her slick folds.
“Next time, you can be in control,” I promise her, driving my tongue deep into her channel.
“Volethos…”
Hearing my name whispered sends chills down my spine and has my cock thickening once again.
“Yes,” I moan, licking her again and again. “I want to hear my name as you beg me to let you come.”
I drag my tongue through her seam, to the pebbled nub at the top of her cunt. The one that gives her the most pleasure. I flick it back and forth, and when she’s writhing under me, I seal my lips around it and suck.
She comes with her back arching off the ground and floods my face with her juices.
“Now am I forgiven?” I ask, stretching out beside her.
When her breathing settles down, she turns her head toward me and… the look she gives me is most definitely a no.
CHAPTERTWENTY-ONE
Shae
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When I wake up, the bed is empty. The opposite side doesn’t even look like it’s been slept in. Immediately, I wonder where Volethos slept. Then I remind myself that I shouldn’t care. Not after the stunt he pulled last night.
My head is still spinning that he could go from being so caring to trying to ram his dick down my throat and choking me.
Which you liked… at first.
Not the point!
He scared me when he ignored my cues to stop. Or at least to slow down. If I hadn’t grabbed him by the balls, I have no doubt that he would have pinned me in place and fucked my throat raw—with no regard to how I felt about it.
I push myself up and look around the room, wondering where he is. Did he leave? Is he coming back? But then I hear the bathroom door slide open, and he steps out wearing a pair of loose pants riding low on his hips and his chest bared. His nipple rings glint gold in the light, and my eyes drop to the front of his pants, where I’m now aware more hardware is hidden.
“Good morning.” His deep voice pulls me back to the present and reminds me I’m still mad at him; therefore, I shouldnotbe ogling his junk. When I turn my head away and don’t say anything, he blows out a breath and runs a hand through his hair. “How many times must I apologize?”
Good question? How do I explain to him that it’s not the apology? It’s that I’ve lost some of my trust in him.
He stalks across the room to where I’m sitting. When he braces his hands on the mattress, I can’t help flinching back from him.
“Vittu, Shae! I’m not going to grab you!”
I know that! I think.
Pushing himself back from the bed, he moves to a nearby chair and throws himself into it. “Tell me what I need to do to fix this.”
I look at him for a long time before I finally say, “I don’t know.”
I wish I did, but I don’t know how, or evenifhe can fix this. He warned me that he’s not a good male. And I didn’t believe him. Or I let it conveniently slip from my mind.
“Youhurtme, Volethos,” I whisper. “And not just physically.”
His fingers dive into his hair, and he lets out a soul-wrenching growl. Then he launches himself up from the chair and starts to pace back and forth in front of the bed. His hands go to his hair, where he tugs at the short strands before turning to face me.
“I never meant to hurt you.” His hands drop back to his sides. “I would sooner cut off my own cock!”
