“That’s my good girl.” He pulled my sweatpants down, along with my panties, leaving me bare from the waist down. “Now lay back.”
I obeyed, my heart racing.
He spread my thighs, positioning himself between them. His eyes locked on mine as his hands ran up the inside of my legs.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said, his voice rough. “Even scared. Even crying. Still the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
“Prime—”
“And you’re mine now. You understand that?” His fingers traced through my folds, teasing. “This pussy. This body. This fear you’re carrying. It’s all mine to handle.”
“Yes,” I breathed.
“Yes, what?”
“I’m yours.”
“Damn right you are.” He leaned down, his breath hot against my core. “Now let me show you what that means.”
His tongue slid through my folds, and I gasped, my back arching off the bed.
“That’s it, Goddess,” he murmured against me. “Let it out. Let me hear you.”
He licked me slowly. Deliberately. Like he had all the time in the world. Like making me come apart was the only thing that mattered.
His tongue circled my clit, then flicked it just right, making my thighs shake.
“Prime, oh God?—”
“Not God, baby. Just me.” He slid two fingers inside me, curling them while his tongue worked my clit. “Just Prime taking care of what’s his.”
I couldn’t think. Couldn’t worry. Couldn’t do anything except feel.
Every lick. Every thrust of his fingers. Every vibration when he groaned against me like I was the best thing he’d ever tasted.
“You taste so fucking good,” he said, pulling back just enough to speak. “Could eat this pussy all day and never get tired of it.”
Then he dove back in, sucking my clit into his mouth while his fingers moved faster, hitting that spot that made me see stars.
“Prime, I’m—I’m gonna?—”
“Then come. Come all over my face, Goddess. Give it to me.”
The orgasm hit me like a wave. Crashing over me, drowning out every thought, every fear, every worry. There was only sensation. Only pleasure. Only him.
He didn’t stop. Just kept working me through it, his tongue and fingers drawing out every last tremor until I was gasping, boneless, completely wrecked.
Finally, he pulled back, his face glistening with my arousal, his eyes dark with satisfaction.
“Better?” he asked, his voice smug.
“I…” I couldn’t form words. Could barely remember my own name.
“That’s what I thought.” He stood, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, then leaned over me. Kissed me deep so I couldtaste myself on his tongue. “You’re mine, Zahara. Your fear. Your stress. Your pleasure. All of it belongs to me now. And I take care of what’s mine.”
“I know,” I whispered.
“Good.” He kissed my forehead. Tender despite everything. “Now get some rest. I got shit to handle, but I’ll check on you later.”
