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“I’ve been waiting for you,” I gasped, hand pressed over my rapidly beating heart.
“Why?” His voice was harsh, frozen.
I swallowed. “To thank you.”
I stopped short a few steps in front of him. He stared hard, face unreadable and covered in shadows. Mottled patches of moonlight filtered through the branches to dust the tops of his thighs, but otherwise, he was completely hidden in the dark of night.
Dropping my hands to my sides, I took a moment to gather myself before I quietly breathed, “You could have left me to die in that alley. There’d be no shame on your part, as I’d be murdered by thugs in a foreign country. Even if my father tried to make a fuss, you’d be exonerated without question.”
The butcher was silent, staring up at me. It was impossible to tell what he was thinking. A shiver raced over my skin, but I added in a whisper, “I wanted to say thank you for coming after me, for saving me.”
The longer he remained silent, the more I noticed his appearance. He wasn’t in a designer suit, but rather a skintight, black combat shirt. His pants were also tactical. The duffle bag at his feet sparked curiosity. Where had he been? It wasn’t with some local Grecian woman. A shred of relief filtered through me, but I pushed it aside.
“You could show me,” he growled softly, and this time his voice was scorching.
“Beg pardon?” I asked, not quite sure what he meant.
“You said you were grateful.” He rose in one smooth motion, towering over me. “Show me.”
I sucked in a sharp breath. This was my chance. There was no mistaking the predator in his stance. Even in the darkness the hunger was visible in his eyes—and I was clearly the prey, offering myself up to this dark fiend.
What caught me by surprise was my body’s immediate response. My nipples hardened, straining against my brassiere. Blood raced through my veins, and the apex between my thighs turned slick with need.
Any wise creature would have run from the horror standing before me. Drakos was the manifestation of the death lord himself. Instead, I stepped boldly forward and slid my hands up his chest. Then, rising on to my toes, I brushed a kiss against his jaw.
Drakos turned his head away.
Panic gripped me. No! The action told me it wasn’t what he wanted, what he craved. I refused to believe he would reject me. Maybe it was the kiss...or did he want something more?
I dragged my hands down his taut body and brushed against the front of his combat pants. My hands cupped the outline of his arousal, which was hard like steel. Acting on instinct, I slipped the fastening on his belt and continued my downward trajectory, lowering my knees to the ground. Skimming my hands over his thighs, I took my time unwrapping the thick package waiting for me.
I’d never actually touched a real-life penis, even though I’d been given lessons by a former prostitute on a plastic replica. The key, she’d told me, was not to choke. As I pulled the fitted boxers off his thighs, I let out a soft gasp. Drakos was large, much larger than I’d been familiarized with.
I can do this!Cupping his balls, I ran my tongue from root to head. There was no reaction in his rigid body. Not letting myself become discouraged, I circled my tongue around the silky tip. Massaging his jewels, I lifted my gaze to meet his. His hard look nearly undid me.
“Is this what you were thinking?” I purred.
Drakos threaded his fingers into my hair and roughly tugged on the strands. “Open.”
I did, but I only let his smooth tip pass between my lips. My tongue tasted the beads of precum. It wasn’t disgusting, and I realized I could make it through this without embarrassing myself. I sucked hard and was rewarded with a hiss.
“I said open!” Drakos demanded, pushing his hips forward and insisting on entry.
I let him take control, sliding in as far as he could before hitting the back of my throat. He groaned, eyes becoming hooded. It wasn’t awful. I moved my head a few times, testing the range of motion.
“Can you do this, princess? Can you handle me fucking your little mouth?” Drakos growled.
I nodded, sucking him harder.
“Good girl.” He fisted my hair and began to move of his own accord.
I was prepared for the technical aspects, but the wave of erotic pleasure that accompanied his words caught me off guard. Gravel bit into my knees as my head was pulled back at an awkward angle. All I could do was brace my hands against his thighs as he pumped his hips, faster and faster. But even as tears pricked at the back of my eyes, my core pulsed with need. I wanted to reach down and touch myself; it took everything to hold myself in place.
I loved it.
“Oh, that’s it, princess,” Drakos ground out between clenched teeth. “What a good little wife, taking my dick like a fucking professional.”
I narrowed my eyes at his crass comment, but the tears made my vision blur. I sucked harder and allowed my teeth to graze along the thin skin of his shaft.
