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Nuzzling my nose against his head, I press a kiss into his sweaty hair. "And I'll say it years from now too. I'll always want you. Only you. Everyone else could disappear and I wouldn't bat an eye."
"I want to believe you but I'm also scared to. If I think of your words as a lie, they can't hurt me."
The sadness in his cracking voice hurts my heart. Too many people have let him down in the past. He's lost trust in everyone. Holding me at a distance feels safer for him. It’s the opposite of what I want though. I want to be the place he comes to when the rest of the world has him unsteady on his feet. Someone he can lean on when he loses his grip on the ground.
"The only one who lied was him and he doesn't matter. He never did. You weren't the one for him and he wasn't the one for you either. Set him free from your mind, sweetheart, and let me in."
"I don't know how to."
"You will. You're already on your way." Lazily sliding the sides of my claws up and down his back, I kiss him again and he snuggles closer. His snores fill the room seconds later. The comforting noises he makes in his sleep have me drifting off beside him.
Twelve
Everly
Something warm and wet slipping inside my hole has my eyes snapping open. Air pulls from my lungs and I grip the sheets, humping the mattress as pleasure explodes inside me.
Crying out, I bury my face in the mattress, thrashing like a fish out of water at the wonderful sensation on my prostate. Holy guacamole. How did I get on my stomach? I must've turned over in my sleep. Or Rory turned me over. When heat pools in my stomach and his hungry tongue has my toes curling, how I got here is no longer important. Me being able to stay is. His sharp claws dig into the globes of my ass as he darts in and out of me, his tongue thickening the deeper it goes.
No one's made me feel this good before. Rorian keeps finding new ways to keep me under him and to satisfy my needs. Some I didn't know I had until he came into my life. He was unexpected and a blessing in disguise. So much good has come from a creature I was taught to fear. Growing up Catholic, my parents took me to church every Sunday, where we learned only the bad came from and went to hell. I'm not sure they were right. Not when it comes to him. Where he's from doesn't define him.
I'm startled out of my thoughts when he pulls out to dive back in, his tongue swirling and hardening inside me. Oh fuck. He said most of his magic was taken away but I'm glad some was left behind. Rough ridges rub me on the inside, hitting every nerve ending, and I cry out as his tongue changes between different textures, mimicking every monster sex toy probably in existence. The room spins and my body tenses right before I spill my release over the sheets. He doesn't stop.
I claw at the pillows, twisting my body. I feel as if I have electric wire running through me and he keeps turning up the voltage. He's eating me out like he's trying to reach the bottom and every corner of a yogurt cup. Fuck. Fuck. The intensity is too much and I'm on the verge of tears from the overstimulation.
"Rory." My voice shakes. "It's too much."
"I want you to come for me again." It's almost like he's talking in my head and not out loud. His tongue hasn't stopped moving inside me the whole time. How is this possible? I guess the same way everything else he does is.
"I don't think I can,"I think in my head.
"You can and you will," he says back. "Your body responds so well to me. It was made to take everything I plan to give it." His words don't scare me. They should but they don't. Instead, they excite me and make me impatient for what's to come.
Feeling like I'm everywhere at once, my thighs tremble. I try to crawl away but he yanks me back. Overwhelmed and ripping at the seams, I reach my hand out and turn on my side, trying to grab at the edge of the mattress. Holding me tightly, Rory flips his body and licks at my seam with his head pointing toward the bottom of the bed. The tips of his horns occasionally come in contact with my thighs—the thicker, harder bone a little rough on my skin.
"You taste so good. I could spend all day here, getting lost between your thighs." His tongue runs along my taint and balls. I can't take it anymore. My cock jolts and I'm lighting up like a fucking firecracker, sparks flickering behind my closed lids, and I come for the second time today.
Sore and achy everywhere, I smile lazily, ready to pass out and sleep for days. If Rory's holding me, I for sure won't have a problem staying in bed. I don't have to wait long for his warmth. Minutes later, he maneuvers behind me to wrap me in his arms.
"I knew you had another one in you. It's been way too long, hasn't it, sweetheart?"
"Yes. Too long." It has, and my toys don't compare to this. I really have been missing out. On real pleasure. Him.
"We need to get you cleaned up. You're all sticky and sweaty." He breathes me in and I swear I hear him humming in satisfaction.
"What about you?" I ask, pushing my ass back against his very hard, giant cock. The thing is nearly the size of him. Okay, maybe that's a bit of an overexaggeration. It's more comparable to having a third leg. How does one walk so straight with a second monster resting between his legs?
"Don't worry about me, lovely. We'll take care of me later. I wanted to focus on you this morning."
"You sure this was all about me and not about you even a little bit?” I look back at him, my head feeling too heavy for my neck.
Smiling, he brushes his lips over my cheek. "It may have been a little about me too but in a different way. I get pleasure from taking care of you and being the reason you fall apart."
He peppers kisses along my neck, tracing the curve of my hip with one of his nails. I really do need to clean up. The sheets are sticking to me and I stink. He's so unaffected by all this, holding me tighter and unable to stop kissing me. I don't want him to. His warm lips feel so good on my cold skin. It's like being kissed by the sun.
"And here I thought you were being selfless."
Chuckling, he nibbles at the skin of my neck, and I wonder what it would be like for him to sink his teeth into me, leaving bite marks all over my chest and the insides of my thighs. Fuck. I don't have to worry about becoming Sookie. I am Sookie. Maybe a little bit of Bella Swan too.
