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I clenched on nothing and hot, hot need.
My fingers tightened around his shaft.
“Ily…” He shuddered, wary of my willingness. “Be nice.”
“Oh, I’ll be nice,” I whispered. “So very, very nice.”
His cock twitched in my palm, eager and hard.
He was vulnerable—pretty much as defenceless as a man could get, yet…it was his gaze that ensnared me.
Cold but unguarded.
Distrustful but hopeful.
Angry and brutal and full of sadistic power but beneath all of that…lonely.
Even now.
Lonely.
I wasn’t his greatest weakness.
It was that.
The two L words.
Love and loneliness.
Two intangible, important things that had the power to destroy him…if only I knew how to wield them.
“Ily…” he breathed as I dropped my lips to his crown. He smelled of sparkling fresh water from his swim and earthy with lust.
I let that lust fill me with newfound hope.
I tucked away the knowledge of what my name truly meant and what he said to me each time he used it.
He wanted a wife who could patch up that loneliness and make him whole?
Well then…
My mouth enveloped his cock.
He jerked as if I’d electrified him.
His hands came up to gather my hair, fisting it in a ponytail so he could watch.
My scalp tingled.
My ass stung.
One delivered with cruelty, the other with caresses.
He was a paradox.
An enigma.
I swallowed him as deep as I could manage.
I’d never liked giving blowjobs.
Even when Samuel and I were happy, it’d been something I did for him, not for me.
But this?
As Henri jolted and groaned, utterly transfixed as my head bobbed up and down and my hand corkscrewed around his length, I felt the first flutterings of power.
True power.
Raw, feminine power.
I could kill him like this.
Could slice a vein and bleed him out.
Cut off his balls and maim him.
I did none of those things.
I became his because, in return, he became mine.
I didn’t need him.
Not the way he needed me.
And that was my first weapon.
A weapon so wicked, it made me tremble to use it.
“Fuck,” he hissed as I tongued his slit. “Fuck.”
A sharp, salty droplet coated my lips; I looked up.
His eyes glowed sterling as he gave me every exposed, despairing piece of himself.
I increased my pace, worshipping him with my mouth.
My core clenched.
My nipples pebbled.
Quakes of sexual hunger pulsed through me, and…I made a different choice.
He’d been good once.
We were all inherently good beneath a lifetime of misery and mayhem.
His aggressiveness came from fear of loss, his possessiveness from fear of loneliness.
Therefore, I would give him the things he treasured.
I would be everything he ever wanted without giving him what he needed.
And then…one day, he would wake and see just how far he’d tumbled.
And when that day arrived, he’d save us.
If only to save himself.
Sucking hard, my jaw ached as I worked and licked him. Sucked and devoured him. His skin was so soft, his hardness twitching on my tongue.
His thighs turned to marble around me.
His hands turned to stone in my hair.
I swallowed him down and hummed in the back of my throat.
“Jesus Christ—” His head tipped back. His eyes snapped closed.
He gave me everything.
I took it all.
Dropping my hand between his legs, I rolled his balls between my fingers.
His reaction was instantaneous.
His growl echoed over the pond, scattering dragonflies. “Hell yes. Just like that. Fuck, you’re good at sucking my cock.”
His praise soothed the pain he’d given me but didn’t earn my forgiveness.
How strange that Sam said I was terrible in bed, yet Henri acted as if I was his ultimate fantasy.
I hated that ego made me try harder.
Pride made me fall into ruin as I cut free the threads inside me and threw myself into war.
I wanted him to break.
I wanted to be the one to destroy him.
I sucked harder.
I fisted tighter.
“Goddammit—” His voice cracked. “Your mouth…shit—”
I did most things on instinct, stroking him, caressing him, finding his most sensitive spots. I studied him, stripped him, stole everything.
My hand dipped lower, burrowing into the dark heat between his legs.
He twitched and groaned.
I did it again.
A flush of salt on my tongue.
Tightening my fist around his iron length, I sucked and pressed three fingers right on the ridged line tracing from his balls to his rear.
Neither of us was ready for his reaction.
Clamping both hands on my head, he surged into my mouth. “Fucking hell. Yes. Christ, yes. Take it. Suck me—”
I rubbed him.
He lost all power of conversation.
His body quaked.
His cock pulsed.
His skin became an inferno.
“Merde—” He thrust again and again, and…I let him.
I pressed harder and harder against that ridged little spot.
“Goddamn, you’re good at that.” He clawed his way back to sanity. “Enough. Wait. Too soon. I don’t…” He scrambled for self-control, trying to push me away.
I sank all my weight over him, choking on his hardness.
I jerked him off with my right and pressed up with my left.
He didn’t just explode, he detonated.
“Fuck, FUCK!”
Ribbons of cum shot into my mouth.
