Page 161 of Until I Own You

Seth pulls his shirt up over his head and reveals the expanse of his chest.

I’ve only ever felt it, hard under his shirt.

What I notice first isn’t the toned muscles or the dark hair peppering his sternum and pecs.

It’s the jagged, purple scar that spans from the left side of his navel, all the way to his ribs. The skin is snarled and angry, looks like it might hurt.

“Is that from…” I speak without thinking, an accident.

But Seth seems nonplussed, his eyelids lowering. “The accident. I didn’t notice until I got to shore, I’d been gouged by something. Not sure what it was or how I didn’t bleed out completely.” Seth touches the wound. He shuts his eyes tight. “I guess he was right to tell me to go on, but it still doesn’t feel that way.”

“Sir?”

His eyes shoot open, body jolting. “Yes.”

“May I touch, please?”

Seth’s brow threads together for a moment. His expression is…skeptical. But eventually, he gives a single nod. “Yes. You may.”

I lean forward and, as his hand moves away from the scar to make room for mine, I allow my fingertips to slide along his skin.

So, this is why he’s always wearing a t-shirt. Even at the beach. Why I’ve never seen him naked.

“It’s ugly,” he says, more disgruntled than sad.

I shake my head and kiss the top of the scar. Keep moving down the line. His skin is warm, and his smell is something I have gotten so used to and yet still manages to drive me crazy.

I trail kisses down the scar, traces of whatever lipstick remain on my mouth transferring onto his skin.

Something between a groan and a whimper emerges from the back of his throat.

I want more of those sounds.

I nuzzle the scar before running my thumb against the ridge. A piece of him. A perfect piece of him.

“Be a good girl, Bridget,” Seth huffs.

Already on my mind.

I slide off the bed, onto my knees, and move my mouth to the trail of hair that begins under his belly button, continuing the trail of kisses until my lips meet the waistband of his underwear. “May I–“

“Yes,” he grunts before I can finish the question.

I pull the waistband of his underwear down until his cock springs free, before it can arc completely out, my mouth is on it.

I’ve done this a handful of times. But never had the complete experience.

This time, I’m determined to give my Sir all he deserves with my mouth.

I engulf him just below the ridge of the head of his cock.

My tongue swipes at the bead of precum that has already formed.

Seth grabs my hands and places them against his hips. “Touch me.”

I moan as I sink him further into my mouth, curling my fingers around his hips.

He presses on my hands hard.

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