Page 163 of The Sinner's Bargain

CHAPTER FORTY-ONE

NAYA

I opened my eyes to sunlight, warm and promising spilling across an absolutely destroyed bed and the still lingering scent of our sins permeating the room.

The orange glow was a gash in the horizon when we finally dropped where we were and passed out.

The foot of the bed, by the looks of it.

I feel the smile spread as wide and bright as the giddy euphoria that promptly filled my chest. I had to bite my lip as I did every morning that I got to wake up with Thoran’s possessive hold folding me into him, like he was terrified someone might try to take me if he let his guard down.

I wouldn’t change it even if I could, nor would I deprive myself the stiff, weight of his delicious cock smearing clear cum against my hip.

I loved tasting him. I loved wrapping my lips around his fat head and sucking his salty tang on my tongue. But there was one thing ... one key thing that made my stomach burn and my core clench.

Gingerly, I freed myself of his hold and took my place between his long, muscular thighs and took what was mine. I had the rings to prove it. They winked on my finger as I claimed my first taste. The first swipe of my tongue up the underside from base to tip.

The man released a breath. His hips shifted. His dick leaked a little more down across the hard indents across his belly.

I curled my fingers around him and lifted the thick head to clean his mess. To circle his belly button. To close my mouth over the opening and suck.

“Fuck baby...”

That.

God, that.

I lived for that sound. That deep, gruff, sleepy groan that liquified all my senses.

My soul begged for it.

It was my drug to hear that pleading, guttural prayer right before his fingers curled into my hair and he used me, my mouth to get himself off.

He thrust his hips and pumped my head, driving himself deep into the back of my throat in a way I was quickly learning how to control.

I barely gagged anymore.

“God, you have a pretty mouth,” he hissed.

I wondered if he would let me swallow him. Sometimes, he got himself close, but would stop and take me instead, and I loved that too, but...

“No!” I gasped when I felt him begin to pull away. “You promised my mouth yesterday.”

A dark, feral smirk curled over his face. “You want to swallow me, Blue?”

I nodded, teasing the spongy head with my tongue. “You promised.”

He groaned deep in his throat and pulled me slowly back over him. “I did, didn’t I?” He paused to moan when I extended my tongue to rub up the hard vein with his pull. “Can’t break a promise, right?”

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