Especially when I succumb to the feral need to taste her.
I graze my mouth over hers hoping it will scratch the itch. All it does is awaken an even deeper and darker craving. Rapunzel snakes one arm around my waist and presses herself against me. I part her lips with my tongue and dive inside. She’s so small. Delicate. It’s like trying to hold the petal of a flower without tearing it.
Too bad with me, she doesn’t get gentle. For that, there’s Dax. With me, she gets a ruined creature who will offer her pain with her pleasure.
Rapunzel, however, is giving as good as I give her.
Her hands are all over me. Meets each sweep of my tongue and every rock of my hips. I swallow her desperate moan and answer with a growl as I grip her leg and hike it high, pinning it to my side as I grind my raging cock against her core.
I break away to allow her to drag in a breath. “Why don’t you care that Wren gave us leave to use you?”
Her lips, swollen from my kiss, lift in a mischievous grin that shoots straight to the tip of my aching dick. “I’ve spent a lifetime numb, believing I would die alone. Untouched and unloved. So, who said I’m not also using you?”
Appalled, I drop her leg. “You’ll find no love here, Rapunzel.”
Best she accepts this cruel truth now. For her sake and ours. I’ll not have a simpering girl chasing us around, seeking the impossible and making herself a nuisance.
“Love, I’ve learned, is a sentiment found only in books. It will never be my reality.” She draws her hands down my neck, to my chest. Lower still, her fingers linger on the waistband of my breeches, scorching my already heated flesh. “What I want is to experience life.”
Bold words.
Let’s test the courage of Rapunzel’s convictions.
“Get on your knees.”
Rapunzel hesitates, but just for a moment. Then she drops, hitting the ground, her face level with my groin. I have to suck in a long, steadying breath to keep from tugging down my breeches and fucking her face until she weeps. I’m not a goddamn animal, despite how badly I crave this woman—and have since Wren told us about her.
Even before I saw her, I needed her.
Wren may claim she’s a coward, but I know the truth now. Rapunzel’s soul is pure. Unsoiled by the ugly of this world. If Wren weren’t blinded by grief and rage, he’d see she’s nothing like John and innocent of his sins.
But it’s not my place to set him right. This is something he needs to work out for himself.
And after years of carrying the weight of my guilt, I need that burden lifted—even for a stolen moment on this rotting parapet by a girl with magic hair.
Rapunzel stares up at me, her huge eyes bright and expectant. “What do I do?”
“You claimed you are using us.” I unlace my breeches. Part the brown leather and free my throbbing cock. “Prove it.”
Her gaze bounces from my face to my cock. The heat of her stare sends a rush of blood to my shaft. My balls tighten as she slides her hands up my thighs. When her tentative fingers curl around the waistband of my pants, I forget how to breathe. She draws my breeches over my hips and down my legs until they stop at my calves, catching on the tops of my black leather boots. I release the air trapped in my lungs, and watch, fascinated, as she licks her lips.
That damn tongue.
I need it on me as much as I need my next breath.
Her eyes have a curious glint. “I don’t know how to do this.”
Of course she doesn’t, and her inexperience stokes my lust.
“Open your mouth.” I issue the gruff command between clenched teeth, barely holding myself together.
She complies quickly, easily, and without a hint of reluctance caused by ridiculous societal shames. With my other hand, I grab the base of my dick and guide the tip to her lips. She closes her eyes, her fingers biting into my thighs as I slide into her mouth. She drowns out my hiss with her moan. The sound vibrates against my shaft. Keeping a tight hold on her hair, I rock forward, rubbing along her flattened tongue until I hit the back of her throat. Her whimper is such a saccharine sound, mingling with the crash of the waves that batter the cliff below us. I pull out and run myself across her bottom lip. Then sink back inside her mouth, relishing the wet warmth that welcomes me.
But Rapunzel doesn’t kneel idly between my legs.
She’s clumsy at first, all awkward teeth and disjointed bobbing. But once she finds her rhythm, I silently acknowledge that I’ll take one moment in her mouth rather than eternity in heaven.
“Fuck.” She swirls her tongue around my tip. Sucks me deep. I loosen my grip on her hair, now just holding the heavy mass out of her way as she explores every part of my cock. I enjoy the unobstructed view of her swallowing me, and fuck if it isn’t…everything.
