Page 32 of Mercy in Betrayal

I laugh and swipe more blood from my lip. “You could never hurt me.”

“I could bite you harder.” She settles, a teasing note entering her voice.

I snap my teeth together. “Go right ahead.”

Her nostrils flare, and I see a woman who is unsure of what is acceptable but more than willing to test her boundaries. I’m sure in her world, a virgin is taught to behave like an innocent lady. But no woman is fully innocent in her sexual needs; they all have kinks, and I think I just found Rowan’s, and I’m prepared to lean into it.

Rowan stares at the blood on my lip before she flattens her hand in the center of my chest and pushes me back toward the small nook we just walked past.

My back hits the wall. I could stop her, but her show delights the beast in me. I try to remind myself she’s a virgin, so bending her over the railing and fucking her isn’t an option. But Rowan may surprise me, yet.

She reaches up on the tip of her toes and takes my damaged lip in between hers. She sucks, and a rush tears through me as she tastes my blood. Pain has my hands snapping to her small waist as she tentatively bites me again.

“That wasn’t fair,” I say as she smiles up at me, blood on her lips.

“You asked me to bite you.”

With my hands still firmly on her hips, I spin her, and she yelps as her back is pressed against the wall.

“My turn.”

Her expression grows serious, and she swallows. “What are you—” She falls silent as I release her hips and lower myself to my knees in front of her. The yellow wool of her winter dress sways slightly as I run my hands up her inner thighs. The thigh highs surprise me. Rowan has a naughty side.

I want to tear into her pussy and drink her, but an inner voice makes me look up at her to make sure she likes what I’m doing. Her palms are pressed against the wall behind her, and as I stare up at her, very slowly she inches her legs apart for me.

That’s a clear sign.

I slip the dress up and press the material to her torso as I stroke the inside of her thigh. Her legs are tense, and I run my hand down her calf before bringing it back up. I follow my hand and leave a trail of kisses.

Her small white thong has my cock straining against my trousers. With a brush of one finger, I push the material aside. Her bare pussy drags a sigh out of me, and I find myself looking up at her again for approval. She looks simultaneously intrigued and scared to death, and I probably ought to warn her that once I taste her pussy I won’t stop.

But I don’t. I’m not a nice man, and I don’t play fair.

The pulse in her neck beats rapidly.

A second thought enters my mind. Once I taste her; no one else will ever. Only me. She’s mine.

Before I give any more attention to that thought, I sink my mouth against her pussy. She jumps against me before settling, squeaking on an inhalation as I drag my tongue against her clit. Her fingers dig into my scalp as she squirms beneath me. Taking one of her hands, I place it on her dress and release it into her keeping, then use both my hands to keep her steady before running my tongue across the sensitive bud of her clit.

“Oh, my God.”

Her words have me using my hand to push her legs further apart so I can get in as deep as possible, but the position doesn’t allow it.

I pull away for a moment and disappointment flashes across her features.

“Put one of your legs on my shoulder.”

Rowan nods and shuffles against the wall, getting a better balance before she places her leg across my shoulder. I pull the thong back, seeing her pussy in all its glory.

It’s so pink, and light reflects off the wetness.

Fuck. Eating pussy has always been a means to an end, but now…with Rowan…I’m going to enjoy this.

I sink into her sweetness, nothing obstructing me now. My fingers join my tongue as they battle with each other. I’ve only one finger in her tight pussy. She’s soaking, allowing me to sink another finger inside her.

“Oh, my God.” Her nails dig into my scalp, directing my head deeper and harder against her. Her juices coat my chin, and I’ve never enjoyed eating someone out quite as much as I do her. She tastes so sweet. Her flesh is pink and soft as I continue to suck her soft bud, and she’s panting, clearly enraptured by my mouth against her.

I could leave things here. I could be satisfied with giving her pleasure, giving her a new experience. I could let her go home a virgin, more worldly than when she came but relatively untouched still..but no.

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