The confession made her tear up even more. My fingers grazed through the soft strands of her hair, taking her tightly against my chest, kissing away every single tear.
She grabbed my face, as if she were almost reassuring herself that I was real, that this was not an illusion. That I would never leave her again.
“I wished I could take this pain away from you, your sorrow,” she said.
“Are you ready to give in to me then, Gwendolyn?”
Because even if I knew what she meant, even if I knew what she wanted, I yearned to hear the syllables leaving her sweet lips.
“I want you, Malakai.” The words leaving her lips as a whisper.
“Then you will be mine. Take your clothes off. I want you bare on our bed.”
She slowly slid off her little dress, leaving her in only a white lace bra and lace thong. My heart ached at the sight. I took a steadying breath as she unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor. I wished her hair wasn’t so long, as the strands covered up most of her chest.
As soon as I felt her hesitating about taking her panties off, I stepped closer. “Take those off now. I want to see you bare for me.” I gripped her chin softly in my hands, forcing her to focus on me.
I almost bit back a groan when her hands gripped the lace and slowly shoved them down to her ankles. I picked them up before she could toss them away, smelling her sweet scent. My gaze raked over her exposed flesh, nearly making me growl. At that moment, I felt more vulnerable than ever.
As she tried covering herself with her hands, I brushed them away. No way was she allowed to ever cover up such a perfect sight.
“Don’t hide from me, baby. Spread your legs so I can devour this sweet cunt with my tongue.” I leaned against Gwendolyn, her breathing as heavy as mine as I whispered into her ear, “Don’t be shy,my little robin, I want you to scream my name and claw at my skin. Although I have to admit, your blushing only makes me harder.”
“What about you?” she asked, her gaze drifting toward the crotch hidden behind my towel.
I smirked, amused by her impatience to see me naked. I let the towel fall to the floor. My cock was already hard and ready for her. Her eyes widened, almost like she was afraid I wouldn’t fit.
“You have a piercing?” she asked.
I looked back at my cock, seeing the metal glinting at my tip.
“Yes…” I growled, pumping my shaft, a bead of precum already dripping from me.
“Why?”
I smirked, her curiosity about that silver piercing too amusing.
“You ask why it’s pierced down there,little robin?”
My fingers grazed along her thighs… while my other hand was still around my cock.
“It’s sealed with ancient magic, only allowing you to touch it. Because no one else deserves this cock, but you.”
I noticed how her eyes widened, her body finally relaxing under my gaze.
“So, she never…?”
I knew what her question implied.
“No, she did things… terrible things. But this part of my body is sacred, and I drove silver through it topreserveit for you.”
Precum leaked from my cock as I continued to pump it. Her eyes still focused on my piercing, causing me to grip her chin and focus on my eyes.
“It’s disobedient to stare… didn’t you know,my little robin?”
She nodded slowly as if she tried to follow my words, but thenher gaze drifted back to my piercing.
“Keep looking at it like that and you will bounce on my cock earlier than I planned to,” I said, gripping her thighs. “You look like a fucking angel, spread out for me bare.”
