Page 70 of Bleed with Me

A delicious shiver ran down my spine from the deliberate movements of his tongue. My breath caught as I watched him, relishing that his eyes never left mine, darkened with lust that mirrored the storm building inside me. Heat spiraled low in my abdomen, spreading through me with every subtle motion of his mouth.

Fuck, I needed more!

“Come here,” I rasped, my fingers entangling in his hair at the back of his head. In one quick motion, I removed my panties and pressed his face against my pussy.

“Oh, fuck!”

A low, almost animalistic moan escaped me when his tongue flickered against my swollen clit. My hips instinctively moved against him as the blasts of intense pleasure shot through me. I looked down at him, admiring the view that complemented the unbelievable experience.

My body was on fire, trembling in delight. Goosebumps erupted over my skin, and the pressure built rapidly in my lower parts. My breath turned uneven and shallow, my fingers tugging on Dorian’s hair as if to anchor myself in reality, because what was once a fantasy turned into certainty.

The man of my dreams was kneeling before me, satisfying my needs while following my commands like a good boy that he was born to be.

“Fuck, yes,” I exhaled, my thoughts scattering under the weight of sensations. My body tensed as the feeling climbed higher and higher, stealing my breath away. And then it broke.

A sharp, overwhelming wave crushed over me. My grip on Dorian’s hair tightened, my mind going completely blank, only registering the blinding relief. My limbs felt heavy, exhausted, and Dorian didn’t stop, licking my pussy as if it were his new favorite candy.

I stared at him, overwhelmed with satisfaction, losing myself in those sparkling hazel irises that haunted my nightmares.

I was doomed, so fucking doomed it hurt. And I didn’t care one bit.

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Dorian

What a fucking plot twist!

Gripping my leather briefcase in my right hand, I walked through the main entrance of the hospital precisely seven minutes before eight. However, my mind stayed in my bedroom, frozen in the scene from last night.

I acknowledged the head nurse and two residents who waved at me with a nod, but I didn’t see their faces. I only saw a white Venetian mask hovering over me while I knelt before the only woman who ever managed to make me submit. Willingly, I might add.

What the….

Groaning, I threw my briefcase on the sofa in my office, realizing I had no idea how I got there. Every neuron in my brain was poisoned by her.

Her scent, mixed with a gentle orchid perfume, filled my nostrils.

Her dark eyes, clouded with satisfaction, watched me from every shadow.

Her taste. Fuck! I could still taste her on my tongue and lips.

I couldn’t focus on work. I hadn’t even checked my schedule for today. All I could dream about was making her come again, shattering her with pleasure only a devoted man could provide.

I’m going to puke! The voice screeched in my head. Are you nuts? You’re not a devoted man!

“True,” I exhaled.

I hadn’t been one for almost a decade. Since the fairy tale with the happy ending met reality and collapsed like it was made of vapor. But yesterday, for a brief moment when ma vilaine held the reins, I felt it.

After all that time, the spark in my chest ignited, and it scared the shit out of me. Because caring meant risking getting hurt. And I had enough of that for a lifetime.

But what if this time would be different? What if two psychopaths could beat the odds and find their happy ending?

You’re so pathetic, the demon whispered in my head. She kidnapped you to marry you. That isn’t love.

“It’s commitment,” I mumbled, fishing my phone from my pants pocket. “One I’m willing to be pathetic for.”

Ignoring the message from Zyon requesting updates about Valeria’s birthday party, I scrolled through the text exchange with my wife.