“I need words.”My fingers move slower, deeper, reaching that ache I know she feels.“Say you’ll stay, and I’ll make this poor, swollen pussy come—”
“Yes,”she blurts in a soft sigh.
Fuck,yes.
“That’s it, you’re learning,”I soothe, smiling at my patronising tone and how it riles her, how she tries to glare until I suck on her clit and she chokes, fingers tugging my hair.
“But I need more than a ‘yes’.”
Her glare returns, hardened, but I’m entranced by the heaving of her breasts as she tries so hard to fight off the building orgasm.
“I-I… fuck!”Her head falls back. She can’t keep it up, her thighs trembling.
I’m about to give her mercy. I’m too desperate to feel and see her come on my tongue—
“I’ll stay… my lord.”
I groan, deep and heavy, the low vibration humming through her body. I close my eyes, cock twitching as I relive that phrase over and over. The soft rasp of her voice edged in a desperate whine, with her hot, wet pussy soaking my face, fucking hell—
“P-please.” And now she begs?
“You’ve done so well, been so good for me.”She’s already shuddering, gripping my fingers so tightly, two more thrusts and one rough lick over her clit, and it hits.
She’s coming on my tongue, my face, my fingers, and I praise herallthe way.
“There you go, atta girl.”Slow, steady pumps.“Keep going, that’s it. Fuck, you look so good when you come for me. So fucking pretty.”
I watch, transfixed, as she comes down from the high I gave her. Already knowing I won’t let her gather her scatteredthoughts. I won’t let her take back her words. Won’t let her deny me—deny this.
Now I’ve tasted the heat of her skin, breathed in the tremor of her moans against my mouth, I’ll never let her go.
Everything I suffered has led to her, and she is worth everything—worth the nimur in me, the ash, the grief, the fire that forged me.
She doesn’t get to leave.
Chapter 31: Ezekial
As soon as her body softens, I scoop her up onto one arm, cradling her legs and back with ease. She hangs slack against me, head on my chest, as I flit to the bedroom.
She’s still trembling as I lower her onto the bed and settle beside her, drawing the cover over her bare skin. Her eyes stay closed, relaxed, and I brush my fingers over the vivid warmth colouring her cheeks.
“You’re beautiful.”
Her eyes flutter open, searching mine, then she smiles. “You know,” she murmurs, voice drowsy, “that’s not the first time you’ve called me that.”
A smirk tugs at my lips. “Isn’t it?”
She lifts a brow, her smile tilting with mischief. “Before my first day working with Kacey, remember? I wouldn’t forget a Lord saying that.”
“I didn’t mean to say it out loud,” I murmur.
“Mmm.” Her voice is soft, eyes half-lidded. “Wondered why you went all sheepish.”
I laugh quietly. “Sheepish?”
She’s still smiling and beautiful no longer feels adequate. Divine, caelestia, hilidingira. I can’t find the word. Maybe there isn’t one.
“But I also remember how it felt,” she suddenly whispers. “How you felt when you said it. How you meant it, even then.”
