"Do you want me to stop?" she asked, stopping an inch away.
Every rational thought screamed yes. Stop. This will ruin everything. We still have time to fix this. Go back to how it was between us.
But my mouth betrayed me.
"I want you to kneel."
Damn. I just said that.
Dear Lord, she's doing it.
I haven't known terror before this moment. Control yourself, man. I can feel I'm on the verge of shaking.
She dropped to her knees in front of me and I nearly lost it right there. Seventeen years of wanting this, of burying this, and now she's on her knees looking up at me with those eyes.
Her hands found the sides of my hips, fingers hooking into the waistband of my boxers.
"Is this, okay?" she asked softly.
Is this, okay? Really? Damn woman, you can cut it off if you want. It—I—was yours all along.
I can't find the words to respond. I just fist my hand in the back of her head, pulling her hair a bit. Christ, it was years I'd been imagining pulling her hair in that position.
She lowered my boxers and my dick fell free in front of her face.
For a second, neither of us moved. She just stared at it, and I watched her throat move as she swallowed.
Then her eyes lifted to mine—checking, asking permission one more time even though we'd already crossed the line.
Her lips approached the head of my dick and in a second my fingers fisted her hair and pulled her head back. Her eyes wide met mine.
"If you take my cock in your mouth, there is no going back after. I am done, Alena, and I mean it. Your lips touch me, you are mine." I bend down to meet her eyes more. "Do you understand? You will belong to me. Completely." She swallows. Maybe she understands the stakes now. Good. Let her make a decision. "No man will ever see you naked. No shows where you make me wanna burn down the whole place, nothing. No man will ever touch you. You belong to me. Only. Until both of us are dead." I leaned closer. She was looking at me in shock. "And then babe, after we are dead, you belong to me after. There is no place, no dimension, nothing, that you can leave. Do you understand?"
Her eyes locked on mine for some moments. Then, they dropped to my dick. I guess she is looking for a way out because she knows, when I say something that's it. I mean every word.
One second later, her lips parted as she grabbed my cock and guided it to her mouth.
Then lightning struck my body.
Her lips wrapped around the head of my dick and her tongue followed, and I had no idea how I was still standing.
I closed my eyes as my head dropped back. Yeah, now you're mine.
Her tongue swirled around the head, slow, teasing, then took me deeper. Wet heat. Suction. The sound of her mouth on me filled the room—filthy, perfect, obscene.
I saw stars.
"Christ," I breathed, watching her. I couldn't look away. Seventeen years and I'd never let myself imagine this. Never let myself think about those lips around me. But now it was real and it was so much better than any fantasy I'd never let myself have.
She sucked me hard—wet, sloppy sounds filling the silence. Her full lips traveled low as she took me deeper, close to halfway in. Saliva dripping down her chin. Beautiful.
My head fell back, eyes closing, a groan ripping from my throat.
That sound—her mouth on me, wet and hungry—was the most erotic thing I'd ever heard.
Then I felt it. Her tongue rolled around the head and I lost it. I wanted more. Now.
My confidence surged. Restraint shattered.
