I keep undressing, already shirtless and wiping Barclay’s blood off me when Duncan hooks his hands into my waistband.
Impatient, I lift my hips to help him strip me out of my jeans and panties at the same time.
My bra, boots, my socks, they’re gone too, tossed to the side.
I’m spread before Duncan again, whimpering under his dark and deviant gaze.
“This pussy.” He parts my lips, his breath hot on the softest parts of me. “I’m going to kiss it better. Going to make it nice”—he circles my entrance with his tongue, teasing me, being mean—“and even more wet for my cock. You’re going to need it for when I fuck you. When I tear into your cunt. When I take back what’s always been mine.”
I’m trembling by the time he’s done speaking. He doesn’t try to soothe or tease me, though.
His mouth closes around my clit, and he sucks.
“Fuck.”
The pleasure is intense, relentless, and never-ending. I cling to his hair, tugging on it much harder than ever before.
Duncan’s teeth graze my sensitive skin, and I cry out his name. I mumbleno,yes,please, stop,andmore.
He never listens, not once. He does what he wants, digging his hand into my thigh. The fingers of his other hand are shoved between my legs, curling inside me. Probing. Rubbing.
Searching for that spot that makes me see stars.
And then he finds it. The tip of his tongue flicks my clit.
Right.
Fucking.
There.
“Oh God.” This orgasm is unlike any other.
I’m drowning, I’m floating, I keep coming. It’s like it’s never going to end.
“Not God.” Duncan pins me down with both hands on my thighs, talking between one swipe of his tongue and the other. “Me, Elowyn. You pray for me.”
At this point, and for the rest of my life, I’ll do anything he asks. Anything.
“Duncan,” I beg, staring into his eyes. At his blown pupils. “Please. Fuck me. Love me. Take me.”
“Good girl.” Only on his lips would praise sound so dark and depraved. “Good fucking girl.”
The moment we’re sharing is intense as it’s intimate. When he flips me and bends me over the chair, I feel his hands touching my soul.
It’s then that I know I just have to tell him.
“I think I’m pregnant,” I blurt out with my cheek flat against the seat.
At that, Duncan stops removing his clothes. I don’t hear the belt buckle anymore.
In fact, I don’t hear anything.
But I see him. He leans down, his hand wrapped around my throat, tilting my head so I look at him.
“What did you just say?” The tension in his hoarse voice is clear.
When I don’t talk fast enough, he chokes me, just a little. His lips pinch into a fine line, his cock hard and throbbing against my thigh, even through his clothes.
