“There’s no way you can look at me the same way after what you saw. I can barely look at myself in the mirror. Fuck, I don’t want force you to do it. Just leave it be, Sable.”
His head is so twisted if he thinks this doesn’t change everything. I step closer to him, my hands over his chest feeling his heart against my palm.
“Fuck you if you think I’m leaving you again.”
CHAPTER 49
SOREN
I breathe too fast,anxiety pouring out of me in waves, and I force myself not to believe what she’s offering. It’s just too good to be true. She takes my hand in hers and guides me back to the bed. The pleasure of the victory flutters in my chest, but I can’t celebrate.
We trade places. Sable pushes me until my knees hit the bed, and I fall easily. She looks at me like I’m something to eat. I’m not sure where it comes from, but she has enough confidence for both of us.
“I promise you I’ll never think about her when I’m with you. You’renothers.” I swallow hard, wondering if she means what I think she does. Could I possibly be hers after everything?
I go down with the lightest push, and she straddles my legs, lowering her face close to mine.
“I’m going to show you exactly who you belong to,” she says, making my cock jump hard. I haven’t felt like this since the last time she and I were together.
Her eyes are full of mischief. I’m not high anymore, but I still think she’s a dream. A fantasy created by my insane mind, sheltering me from the harsh reality. There’s no way she’s here on top of me, moving her hips over my hard cock.
Sable tugs at the hem of my T-shirt, and I help her get it off. My eyes stay glued to her gorgeous face. I might be fucked, but I’m not stupid enough to say no to this. It’ll probably crash down around us when she realizes that nothing can erase the image of Arabella on top of me, but why miss this now?
It’s okay, I tell myself as she undoes my belt and pulls down the zipper. I can have one last time?—
“You don’t believe me,” she says.
“How can you tell?” I ask.
“You’re tearing up, Soren. I’m not fucking lying.”
She shakes her head as her hand reaches down to my aching cock. Her grip is firm and warm, and it’s bliss from the first contact. I missed her so fucking much. Being with Sable is a gift, and I thought I didn’t deserve any of those anymore.
“Tell me you believe me so I can ride your dick without feeling weird about it.” I wish I could because I want that more than anything, but I can’t lie, so instead, I stay quiet.
“When I look at you, I think about how good it feels when you fill me,” Sable whispers as if we are sharing a secret.
“Yeah?” I ask, starved for more.
She nods quickly. “I think about how long you made me wait for you and how right it felt when we finally did.”
Her thumb grazes over my tip, and I curse loudly as she spreads the precum down my shaft. Sable smiles, loving the effect she has on me as if this was news to anyone. She’s always had me in the palm of her hand, and if I ever tried my best to resist her, it was because I knew there would be nothing left of me once she was done.
“Take this off,” I tell her, tugging on her nightgown.
Her eyes sparkle when she smiles. “Making demands? You know, I made the others take turns eating me out under water.”
I laugh harder than I have in a month. “How did that go for them?”
“A lot better for me,” she answers with a sexy little shimmy.
I love that she’s taking charge of all of us. Yes, the Offering is supposed to be a submissive position, but it seems obvious to me that we could all use to be whipped into shape by her.
“So what do you want from me?” I ask, hungry in so many ways. Hungry for her, to believe what she’s offering me in spite of all the reasons not to. Sable tilts her head to the side as if she’s considering it for the first time. I’m laser focused on her face, watching for any sign of disgust, so when she shoves me right against her opening, she takes me by surprise. She doesn’t seem disgusted, rather wet and fuck and ready as she slides down me in one move and takes me whole.
“Fuck… me,” I groan, unable to believe how good and tight her pussy grips me.
“Yes, that’s what I’m doing.”
