"On your knees, Goldie. You've got some cleaning up to do."
My heart races, and I do exactly as he says. I'm desperate to taste him again. He's claiming me as his. But I'm also making him mine.
He kicks off his boots, pushes his jeans down, and kicks them across the floor.
I don't waste a second. I run my tongue along his thigh. His hand fists in my hair as my fingers gently pull his boxers down, careful not to make more of a mess.
This man just came with his tongue on me.
His cock is twitching, almost hard again. Those four silver bars are still there. I run my finger along them, and he groans.
"God, I love these." I murmur.
"Well, they're just for you, baby."
My heart flutters.
I lick slowly along his shaft, my eyes locked on his.
"Mmmm," I moan, squeezing my legs together.
I take him in my mouth, as far back as I can go, and he pushes me deeper. That darkness flashing across his eyes.
"Fuuuuuuck," he groans.
I suck him clean until my eyes water, him hitting the back of my throat. His taste swirling around my mouth as he whimpers above me.
"Jesus, Harper. I forgot how good it feels to have your lips wrapped around my cock."
"Hmm mmm," I hum, locking eyes with him.
He cups my face while his hips thrust deeper.
Then he yanks my hair, pulling at the roots until I'm off him. He bends down and scoops me up into his arms. My legs wrap around his waist, and his mouth is on mine, his tongue colliding with mine.
"We taste fuckin' perfect together," he mutters, walking us back until my back is against the wood.
He slides himself along me. Teasing me to the point of no return.
"Please, Acey."
He drags his teeth along my collarbone, and I shiver.
"Please what?" He breathes.
"Fuck me. Fuck me like you forgive me, Ace."
His fingers lace around my throat.
"That ain't what this is. I'll fuck you like I love you, Goldie. Ain't nothing to forgive. I loved you back then. I've loved you every day since. And I sure as hell love you now."
I cry out as he slams inside me. My nails dig into his neck, his hand tightening around my throat. The piercings only add to the sensation, each one sliding against me.
Fuck.
"Mine. Harper. Mine."
"Yes!" I scream.
