Page 101 of The Sinner's Bargain

Something about that level of calm terrified me. Being that peaceful wrapped up in another person shouldn’t be allowed. I half wondered if I needed to leave. If I needed space to get my head straight.

Blue made a tiny sound of discomfort as if sensing I might pull away and nuzzled her face against the hollow of my throat. My arms instinctively tightened around her. My lips found the indent at her temple just by her hairline.

“Shhhh,” I whispered.

She went still, but I knew without a shadow of a doubt that I was fucked. Royally and absolutely. This pint-sized creature had destroyed my foundation. Had taken a sludge hammer to my walls. She made me want things I couldn’t fucking have — like a life with her.

Yesterday had been a test. It was the house’s way of reminding me that it could take her whenever it wanted and I was powerless to stop it.

But I had meant what I said. I was never letting her go. Not without doing everything in my power to keep her safe.

I closed my eyes, allowing myself a few more minutes with Blue and the near sunlight filtering in through a patchwork of heavy gray. It wasn’t raining, at least. Maybe I would wake her and go for a walk along the grounds so nothing like the day before ever happened again. Maybe we could take the Widow’s Back towards the village. Blue would love the village.

Soft lips brushed the groove between my collarbone. My body immediately stiffened. It had already been hard for hours. Days. Fucking weeks. But that simple caress sent an arc wave of pleasure shooting down to my abused cock.

The second kiss lingered further down my chest. Her lips were butterflies drifting and wandering. I was wondering if she had any idea what she was doing when she placed an open-mouthed kiss to my nipple.

I couldn’t contain my groan.

Blue raised her head, but I wasn’t ready to spook her into stopping. So, I closed my eyes and faked sleep.

Blue hesitated a moment. Maybe to be sure I was actually out before resuming her exploration on the same path I had taken the night before. I watched through half cracked lids as she nudged the sheets down my stomach to my hips.

She eyed my stomach, eyebrows lifted in surprise even though she’d seen me without a top before.

Gingerly, she pulled up onto her elbow to examine the hills and lines of my torso. First with only her eyes. Then, carefully, with the tip of one finger. It was a task not snorting or allowing my body to twitch when she touched a tickle spot.

She seemed to be memorizing my tattoos, following their swirling pattern across my skin. But she seemed to also be tracking all my scars hidden underneath. They were far more pronounced up close, especially under a touch. Some parts were hard knots that stretched thinner roots. A few were no more than thin, white lines.

A sniffle had my eyes opening fully to focus on the single tear that trailed down her cheek. The sight of it startled me.

Was she crying for me?

I never got the chance to ask when she dipped her face and kissed the spot over my heart where the traitor’s blade had originally gone for first. The place of impact held the puckered reminder of just how close he’d come. It was only because of my quick reflexes that I had stopped him from going in deeper. Knocking his hand had dragged the knife across my breast and down my ribs. There had been blood in my eyes from the slices he’d made across my face, or he never would have gotten to my heart.

I opened my mouth to tell her ... something, but all thoughts vanished when she drew the sheets off my hard on and lifted her head.

Part of me was curious to see what she was going to do. The other part was begging her to. But I lay perfectly still as she did her thing in the slowest manner possible.

I wondered if she could tell I wasn’t even breathing, the concept foreign when she was making the journey across my six pack to my pelvis.

Fuck.

She had my cock. It looked fucking enormous in her small hand. The head was thick and purple and leaking all across my stomach. A clear thread stretched the distance when she lifted it up for inspection.

It would have all been comical if it were happening to someone else, but I could only lie there and watch with a gritted jaw as she palmed the smooth shaft, stroking it from base to head. Her touch was inexperienced, but no less maddening when she figured out a better grip and I had to stifle my groan. Even the pressure of her grip tightened, matching my balls, threatening to embarrass me with only a single pump.

Her thumb dragged across the head gathering the pre-cum. To my eternal damnation, she brought it to her lips and licked it off.

Fuck me, I wanted to beg.

Beg!

I would have given her anything, everything she asked just to slide into her hot cunt and empty six years of abstinence into her willing body.

Instead, I got the hesitant flick of her tongue across the hole. I nearly didn’t feel it until she did it again, allowing her tongue to linger, to drag and collect. She seemed to like the taste of me as she delved lower to run the flat of her tongue up the curve of my cock where a trail of pre-cum collected at my base.

I swore in my head and fisted the sheets. It was all the gentleness I could offer her when all I wanted to do was grab her hair and force her mouth down on my dick.

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