His whore.
I’m his whore.
A buzz of excitement curls my toes in tight, and I can’t stop my
fingers from running on the keypad what my mouth wants to say.
Blesk: Guess what I did last night.
Elise: The suspense is killing me.
Blesk: Guesssss...
Elise: You were hugging your phone again.
Blesk: Close but no… I had sex with Konnor last night.
Elise: How is that close? And OMG! Yay! How was it? I want all the details!
Blesk: Later... I’ll draw you a picture.
Elise: Thank God, because you know I’m more of a visual learner.
Konnor comes through the door still breathing hard, shorts riding his toned hips, a line of sweat tracking down the centre of his sculpted abdominals.
He stops when he sees me, his eyes tracing a hot line from my blushing cheeks to my chest. “Nice.”
“Nice?” I lower my phone, beaming at him. “Just nice?”
He laughs easily and sits on the edge of the bed. His fingers find the edge of the sheet and tugs it down to expose my breasts. His eyes blaze. “Tell Konnor what you’re thinking?” He leans down and kisses my nipple, chaste, adoringly.
I giggle, feeding my hands through his sweaty hair. He smellslike man and clean sweat. “You sound like Elise when you talk like that.”
He laughs against my nipple, his tongue coming out as he murmurs, “Spill it, Duch.”
Then he licks.
I moan. “No, don’t wanna.”
My pulse gallops in my throat as he sucks gently on my nipple, his hand coming up to play with the other. His groan reverberates through my chest. He flicks his tongue slowly at first, then a little faster. The heat of his breath blankets me. I fist his hair tighter, moans escaping my lips, my body arching into him, wanting him closer, wanting him everywhere.
His lips trail upwards along my collarbone, pressing soft kisses to my skin until his mouth meets mine.
“I love you,” he whispers against my lips. “I love your skin.” He kisses me again. “The way you smell.” He sucks on my lower lip. “The way you taste.” Then he kisses me deeper.
“I love you, Konnor,” I gasp between breathless, vision-blurring kisses.
He tears himself away, pressing his forehead to mine, eyes closed, breath laboured. “You don’t know what hearing that means to me.”
“Not your whore this morning?”
A dark chuckle leaves him. “Alwaysmy little whore, Duch. Also my Duchess. That isn’t going to change.”
“I love you, Konnor,” I say again. “I love you.” He makes a small sound of emotion, then kisses me hard, hungry and slow all at once.
My arms find their way around his neck. I pull him closer, and he lets me. He kisses me until we are breathless, pulling back to look at me with serious intent. “Now tell me what you were thinking about when I walked in.”
I let out a breath. “Last night.”
