“Braxton, what—”
“Beg me for it.”
“Braxton.” Her tone is warning.
“I’ve been tormented with the desire to touch you like this for a century. I’m most likely going to have to live off of this memory for another few centuries, so if you want me to make you come all over my face, then fucking beg me for it.”
Her nostrils flare, and I can see that she wants to fight me, and a sick part of me wants her to. While I wait for her answer, I take the pad of my middle finger and begin drawing lazy circles around her swollen bud.
I memorize watching every shift in her features as her resolve to defy me dies on her tongue. I press a little harder, and her head tilts back as a lecherous sigh escapes her.
“Azalea,” I taunt, keeping her right on the edge of her release.
“Please,” she grits out.
A smirk spreads across my face, and I apply a little more pressure with my finger. She moans and tries to push her hips further into me, but I hold her in place.
“I can’t hear you.” I roll my knuckles over her pulsing clit.
“Fuck, Braxton, please!” she gasps, and I lock the sound of her begging into my memory.
“As you wish, Wildflower.”
I dip my head back between her thighs, but this time as I wrap my lips around her clit, I slide two fingers into her drenched pussy and savor the way it makes her moan in ecstasy. It doesn’t take long until I feel her writhe against me once again, her thighs tightening around my head. Her body stiffens momentarily, and her walls squeeze around my fingers.
When I curl my fingers inside of her, she all but screams my name as pure bliss wracks her body. The delicious taste of her coats my tongue, and the combination of hearing her cry out my name while she drenches my face in her pleasure has me finding my own release in my pants. I’m breathing heavily as I lap up every bit of her release before coming out from under her dress.
I stand and look down at Azalea, my lips still glistening with her arousal. I’m unable to keep myself from staring at her breasts as they swell with every panting breath she takes. Her eyes are glossy with satisfaction, and her legs are trembling as she lies there. She props herself up on her elbows to look at me, and when her gaze dips down to the mess I’ve made of myself, I see her lips twitch in a satisfied smile.
“Surely, I’m not going to forget that.”
I chuckle, but I can’t stop the despair that begins to seep into my bones. In a few short hours, she’ll do exactly that. In fact, I have no doubts that the taste of her on my tongue will last longer than her memory of what transpired between us tonight.
Azalea falls back onto my bed. “I’m exhausted.” She yawns, her eyes growing heavy.
“It’s the magic. The more you remember, and the stronger our connection becomes, the more exhausted you’ll get. You should probably go back to your room.” I grab my shirt off the floor andtug it over my head in an attempt to hide the hurt on my face from knowing I have to start all over again tomorrow.
“But we have so much to do. We have to…” A yawn breaks up her words. “Break the curse.”
I sit next to her on the bed, brushing my fingers through her hair. “We do,” I agree, watching as her eyes slowly close.
“Do you remember the day you first asked to court me?” Her voice sounds far off now as more of her memories return. “You were so nervous,” she chuckles. At this point, her eyes are completely closed, and she’s curling into a ball on my bed. “It’s so weird to think that that is the same man as you are today.”
That’s because it’s not the same man,I think to myself.
“I remember everything when it comes to you,” I say instead.
“Liar,” she scoffs through a smile. “What was I wearing?”
“A pale blue dress with white off-the-shoulder sleeves. You had a gold chain around your neck that had been gifted to you by another man trying to court you.”
“Lucky guess,” she huffs, still not opening her eyes.
I smile and shake my head.
“What ever happened to that necklace?”
“I threw it over a cliff.” I shrug. “I wasn’t going to let you keep wearing the jewelry of another man.”
