“Kneel.” She trails a fingertip over the scar on my right cheek. “I want you to kneel,mon ange,and beg for my forgiveness.”
She could ask me to carve out my own heart, and I’d do it.
“One condition.” I cherish the flutter of her lashes as my lips travel up to hers. “No more of that‘monsieur’bullshit. You call me‘mon ange’or‘mon roi’from now on.”
“Mon roi?”
“My king.”
Poppy grins fiendishly. “Deal.”
Gifting me with a kiss that defies gravity and flings me into the clouds, she loosens her legs and nudges me down. I lower to a knee, eyes on hers as I peel her waistband past her hips. Kissing her soft skin and relishing her shivers, I inch the fabric lower.
Lower.
Until I have the unobstructed view of paradise beyond her pearly gates.
And a glittering black bat plug firmly lodged in her ass.
Angels fucking take me.It’s a miracle I don’t blow my load from the sight alone.
“I don’t hear you begging,mon roi.”
“Poppy—”
“Lucia.” She smirks down at me. “My middle name is Lucia.”
Of course it is.
“Poppy Lucia Morgenstern, you have my deepest apologies for every lie I’ve spoken and deception I’ve enacted. Upon my life and soul, I vow that I am truly sorry to have caused you any pain, seen or unseen.”
Her fingers weave through my hair, nails scraping my scalp as she grips by the root and forces my eyes up to hers. “I have an IUD, and I’m clean. Your turn.”
The implication heightens my every sense. “I’m also clean.”
“Magnifique.Now eat this pussy like a good boy.”
I swallow as her legs widen, welcoming me home. My fingers bruise her supple thighs as I tip her down onto my open mouth. Her jaw drops as I feast on her pussy like a lion with raw meat. Her head falls back, spine arching. I lick her swollen clit and guide her across my face in a motion as old as time. I growl into her, savoring her shudders as the vibrations wrack her bones.
The sarcophagus creaks as she grips it too tight, her hips undulating with abandon. I kiss her cunt and drink her earthen sap like it’s the fountain of youth. I suck down oxygen when I can, not giving a single fuck if I die of suffocation in this sweet oasis.
My fingertips flirt with the plug. When I can count the ridges lining her throat from how far back her head kicks, I tug the small handle. Her pussy clenches around my tongue in return.
“More,” Poppy whimpers.
I pull the plug halfway out and plunge it back in. Her neck bows, and her groans turn savage. She’s close, but I don’t want her to be close.
I want her to split at every perfect seam.
I nip her clit. Blow a whisper of breath on her glistening sex. Swallow her whole. Fill her with my tongue until she comes undone. Her muscles stiffen with her paralyzing orgasm, and I let primitive instinct take over my limbs.
Rising, I yank my Kimber from my jacket. She watches with wide eyes as I free the clip and empty the chamber then drag the barrel down her navel.
“Your knife,ma reine.” I tap my carotid. “Put it here.”
Poppy obeys, her cold blade kissing my skin.
“If I do anything you don’t like, you know what to do.”
