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“Suck me. Please fucking suck me before my heart stops.”
Praying to everything holy that I’d hear the clunk of fins and scuba tanks on the deck above, I pulled my bikini top to the side, exposing my nipples to him, then collapsed to my knees.
His jaw clenched and his growl echoed like a snarling beast in the small cabin. “This right here. I will never forget how you look, Neri. I’m going to dream of this moment. Worship this moment. Realise that this was the moment that, even if I never earn the freedom to truly marry you, my soulmate got on her knees and—FUCCCKK.”
My tongue shut him up.
I fisted his hard, hot length and opened wide.
I sucked him down.
I licked him hard.
And Aslan lost every ounce of his sanity.
With every inch I swallowed, he became more and more animal.
He forgot to be silent or that he’d begged me not to do this.
His hips drove up, his mouth opened wide, and his heart hammered so hard, I heard it over the thundering of my own.
A thrill of power shot down my spine.
My blood exploded with supernovas.
I gave him everything I was. All my inexperience and eagerness. All my desire and obsession.
And he gave me everything of his.
I didn’t care that I’d done this once before.
I didn’t think about sucking Joel or that I’d merely done it because that was what girlfriends were expected to do.
This was incomparable.
I hadn’t swallowed with Joel.
I’d hidden the fact that I’d found it rather gross.
But there was nothing gross about sucking Aslan.
And I knew why.
I knew why I sucked Aslan as deeply and as wildly as a porn star. Why I twisted my wrist and stuck my tongue in his slit, all while my other hand dove between his legs to cup his balls that always went so tight and hard just before he came.
Every gasp he strangled made me thrill.
Every grunt he gave made me shiver.
The warning ripple of his cock and the faintest taste of salt only made me suck him harder.
I adored making him unravel.
I wanted to do this again and again because this was Aslan. And he made me feel so seen, so cherished, and so fucking wanted. The way his fingers clenched and unclenched in my hair as if he was a beast with claws. The way his hips drove up to meet me, forcing his length down my throat, gasping for air as I hummed around him. The way he trembled and quivered, and his hands fumbled at my chest, fisting my breasts, bruising me with his lust.
I wanted to touch myself.
I needed to come as badly as him.
