“It can wait until tomorrow. You need to rest.”
“Aren’t you a goddamn doctor? Shouldn’t you ask me the hard questions now?” Her voice rises, and tears fill her eyes. I’m not sure where the sudden ire came from, but maybe a latent response to all the stress. For fuck’s sake, she did kill a man today. But no, I’m actually not a doctor, and all the experience I have hasn’t exactly prepared me for this.
“Tell me anything you want to tell me, Sable.”
She flinches even through her bravado.
“He touched himself and made me watcheveryday. He cut me and rubbed his cum all over the wounds.” Her fingers trace the bandages, and the robe opens slowly. I swallow dry, my eyes fixed on the movement of her hand so that I don’t slip back into the rage I felt when I first saw what he did to her.
“Let’s reapply the antiseptic lotion,” I say robotically, abandoning her side to search my bag again.
“Do you agree with him?”
“I’ve never agreed with that piece of shit about anything,” I tell her truthfully.
“I’m serious, Lex.” Her voice comes out soft and uncertain, very different from the Sable I know. I forget about the damn lotion and look at her, a frown between my brows.
“Are you asking me if I consider you a whore?”
She lifts a bony shoulder. “I’m sleeping with five guys, right? At least I was.” Tears are thick in her voice and on the rim of her dark blond lashes.
“I do not believe any woman who chooses what to do with her body is a whore, but you didn’t actually have a choice in any of it.” I step closer, and my fingers trace the delicate bone of her jaw. “And you left with the five of us wrapped around your finger. No, I don’t think you’re a whore. I think you’re a queen.”
Her breath comes out shaky, releasing the tension in her shoulders. I hate that vermin got to her. We all carry scars, and I don’t fucking care about the ones on the outside. It’s her heart and soul I cherish and care about. Those need to be protected from anything he ever made her believe.
“What can I do to make you feel better?” I ask, tipping her chin up.
She stares back at me, and I see so much in her that didn’t exist before. Of course there are good things, like an additional strength and fire, but I fear there’s a weight to her soul too. “Don’t flinch away from me,” she asks.
“Why the hell would I?” I demand, wondering what she means when I’m so clearly leaning into her and hoping for more.
“It’s just, I know it’s a lot.”
I nearly growl, but she moves her hands to undo the robe, and I nearly shatter before she’s undone the tie. Shrugging it off, she lets it fall to the floor in a dramatic sweep like a curtain falling on stage. I swallow a lump in my throat, fingers tingling to reach out and take what I know is mine. She’s so fucking beautiful, and if she could see inside my head for even one second, she would know how ridiculous her fears are where I’m concerned.
“Seeing you after all this time, when I thought I might not ever get the chance again? Yeah, it’s everything.”
She smiles, and the hand on her cheek lowers to her neck. “I assumed you would want slow and gentle. I’ve been dying to fuck you since the moment I finished your stitches, but that seemed a little fucked up, you know, baby?”
“You should know better than to decide things for me,” she says with a salacious purr that makes my cock jump.
“Of course, baby,” I say, waiting for her to decide for herself then.
Her hands slide down her body, skating over her navel and hips. I mouth the word “fuck” as she reaches her pussy. Her fingers slide inside just far enough to part her lips and nudge at her clit. The slight opening is enough, and her juices spread over her fingers.
“Can I taste that?” I ask.
“You mean this?” She shows me her fingertips coated in her juices. “Or this?” she asks as she uses her thumb and forefinger to boldly split her pussy and reveal all her sweet pink folds for my inspection.
There isn’t a chance I can keep resisting her, especially not when she told me she didn’t want me to be slow or gentle. In aflash, I drop to my knees so I can appreciate the most delicious cunt God ever made. Hands dig into her soft thighs, and I run my nose up and down her slit. Her musky scent makes my mouth water. It’s been so long since I’ve been so close to her that I can’t hold back. A few rough kisses to her labia, and my tongue slashes across her clit.
Her moans come quick, sweet, and hot, like she’s been waiting for a release for too long, and she’s going to get there fast. “Oh God,” she cries. “Oh God, I think I really needed this.” Her voice reaches a hysterical pitch, and while it’s cruel to keep her on her legs, moving her would require me to stop. She’s just as delicious as I remember, and I’m unable to stop myself from lashing her hot pink cunt with my tongue.
I want so much more than I can take with her standing. Taking her by surprise, I lift her legs around my head and tip her onto the bed in one almost smooth move. She laughs as we readjust, but now that I can hold her down and properly eat every inch of her, her soft moans turn loud. Her legs shake from the stimulation, and I almost feel bad that her body hasn’t let her have a release yet.That’s okay. I got you.
My tongue circles her clit, alternating suction with sweeping motions. Two fingers work her open, and my cock jumps at how tight she is. I’m the first one who’s been inside her since she left,thank God. Quickly finding her G-spot, I apply pressure until she keens and pump her needy cunt. The orgasm that’s evaded her while standing builds until she’s crying from pleasure. Her orgasm wrings out of her like a wet sponge and all over my face, soaking me in hot girl cum and clamping my fingers in her vise-like cunt.
I can’t stop. She started this, and I need so much more. She probably is too fragile for the rough fucking I need, but she gave me permission, and now there’s no going back. It may not be like when she was our Offering, but greedy fucker I am, I’m goingto take advantage. My tongue keeps moving, and as soon as her cunt eases up, my fingers do too.
