“Last night…” He looks back at me. “It was too dark to see.”
“See what?”
“These.”
He lets go of my wrists, only to tug on my arm, shifting it so he’s trailing a finger down the silver scars. When I try to pull away, his grip grows stronger.
“They’re old. Don’t…don’t w-worry about them,” I brush it off, but I clutch my throat with my other hand.
“And this, fuck, this!” He traces a line across the old, very faint silver thread of a scar below my belly button. For anyone else, they wouldn’t know. “Briella. Babydoll…” He cups the side of my face. “Did you?”
I shake my head wildly, truthfully. “No. It never happened.” They wouldn’t allow it to happen. Bad seed. “Th-they s-stole?—”
My throat constricts. I swear my lungs are collapsing. My heart is either shutting down, or it’s on fire when I remember the forced tubal ligation.
A second later, I’m huddled in Jude’s lap on the shower floor. Strong arms hold me tighter than ever. He talks me through it like last time, holds me through it, and presses my palms to his heartbeat.
Once I’ve finally calmed down, breathing more regulated, he lifts my chin. “Briella.”
I shake my head. “Please don’t go there. Not today.”
Sighing heavily, his muscles relaxing, Jude nods, kisses me, then sweeps me up. But not in the way I expect. He’s on his knees with my legs over his shoulders—his face to my pussy.
“What are you doing?” I whisper, grappling with the tiles, but I don’t need to hold onto anything. He has me.
“I’m ruining you. Feel free to scream, my goddess.”
I widen my eyes as he buries his face in my pubic lips and drags his tongue in a slow, tantalizing stroke until he arrives at my clit. Gasping, I take his shoulders, then his chiseled neck, holding him here as he licks fiery circles and teases all the sensitive places.
“Jude!” I gasp, then cry. “Fuckfuckfuck!”
So much buildup already. My cunt gushes with my arousal to the heaven and hell of his masterful tongue. My body clamps down, squeezing around emptiness, aching for more. But I’m rocking my hips, riding out the unholy pleasure of my orgasm.
The scorching lashes from his tongue don’t stop. Oh, god! My whole body is tingling, my nerve endings screaming, but he’s not stopping. He drives me wild, mindless with the delirium. He licks me from clit to ass, tongue exploring and probing everywhere. When he strokes my entrance, ringing the hole, I fall apart from the electricity igniting inside me. Moaning the whole time until I’m breathless.
He still does not stop!
“Jude, for god’s sake, enough!” I gasp and move to touch his face.
He swipes my hand away. “Not until you’re screaming.”. He dives for my clit again.
23
Raphael
“DID I BREAK HIM OR SOMETHING?”
Citizen Soldier Playlist
“Tattoos”
“Sounds like they’re getting along well,” Seth chuckles, stretching his arms above his head, his hair wet from the hose since I sent them outside to clean up.
Rory pulls on a black shirt, which brings out his red hair. His grumbling can’t drown out the sounds of Briella’s screams.Screams of pure rapture. Because Jude is damn good at what he does. I have been on the receiving end of his dastardly tongue. I’d stake my hunting bow on him breaking world records for licking stimulation.
Sex is…animalistic for me. Something I need more than want.
Like the hierarchy of needs, biological and physiological. I want the power most. Dominance, aggression, violence…they are all a means to an end to sate the hunger inside me.
