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I opened my mouth, flattening my tongue. Leaning forward, I licked the drop of precum from the head of his cock.
“Jesus! Fuck!” His shouts lit my blood on fire. His reaction only spurred me on. I swirled my tongue as we moved faster along his length.
I could feel him pulsing under my touch. His hips thrust forward. His movement was frantic as he pressed into my tongue over and over. I whimpered as his hand fell from the door, fisting my hair instead.
The pain made my mouth drop open. He jerked my head back just as he came. He groaned as his hot sticky cum hit my face. My tongue. My cheek.
His movement slowed as the last strands clung to his dick. Something warm spread through me. I felt… satisfied. Sexy. Because I was the one who made him feel this way.
I wanted to always make him feel like this. I wanted to make him happy.
I leaned forward, closing my lips around the head of his dick. He hissed in a breath as I sucked hard, licking him clean. He tasted salty like him and sweet like me. It was intoxicating.
Resting on my knees, I pulled back, looking at him. He smiled down at me as he swiped a finger through the cum on my cheek. “Get it all, nightling.”
I gagged as he shoved his fingers in my mouth. But I took it all. I ran my tongue along him over and over until both of us were clean.
“Such a good slut.” I preened under his praise as he yanked me up.
I sighed happily as he wrapped my hair around his fist, pulling back gently. So different than before. This was his sweet side. The loving boy I’d known.
His mouth came down on mine. Moving just as softly. Our tongues gliding together sweetly.
“Damn.” He smiled as he pulled back, kissing the tip of my nose. “I love how you taste with my cum on your tongue.”
A smile spread across my face as he pulled me against his chest. Not leaving a single inch between us. I couldn’t explain the peace I felt being back in his arms.
My body was utterly destroyed. I could feel the bruises forming. The ache between my legs. The rawness of my throat. Yet, it felt right. Felt like the thing I’d been missing.
28
Adam
Ariella sat sketching on the porch swing. Her feet were tucked under her as she bent over, staring at the tablet. I couldn’t take my eyes off her as she sank her teeth into her lower lip in concentration. The sun had long ago disappeared, but she showed no signs of stopping. She always did work better at night.
It was part of the reason behind her nickname. A nightling was a lightning strike at night. And that’s what she was to me. A burst of light in the darkness. A shock of energy. A thing of beauty.
I still couldn’t believe she was here. A week wasn’t enough time for my mind to realize this wasn’t a dream. That I wouldn’t wake up to find myself grasping for her only to come up empty.
But the fear that she’d leave. Or that she’d be taken from me still lived in my veins. It forced me to sleep with her tucked into my side. To watch her all hours of the day.
I couldn’t get enough. It didn’t matter how much I listened to her sweet voice. Or felt her soft skin. Or saw those honey eyes. It was never enough time for me to believe she was staying.
Each night, I buried myself inside her. Made her scream my name as I watched her face. But it still didn’t settle me. I wanted more.
I never came inside her as she’d requested, but resisting took all my control. I wanted everything back that we’d lost. I wanted her to be mine. Pregnant with our baby. I wanted to erase the seven years apart.
Maybe the peace would come with time. It was like trying to rewire my brain. I’d lived isolated for so long. Not caring about anything or anyone. I had nothing to lose.
And now I had to learn to live with the fear. With the anxiety of knowing I had something I cared about. Something I refused to lose. It would break me.
For most of my life, I’d been alone. There was nothing that could hurt me. Nothing that my enemies could use against me. Now, my heart was walking around in the flesh.
“I can feel you standing there.” She sighed, setting her tablet down.
“I didn’t say anything.” My lip twitched as I closed the distance between us. I could tell I’d annoyed her by interrupting, but I loved it. I’d take her annoyance over her absence. “Keep working.”
“I can’t.” She crossed her arms over her chest. The movement made her perky tits spill slightly over her tank top. Combined with her jasmine scent that hung in the air, my dick jumped to life. “You’re presence is distracting. It messes with my creative flow.”
