Page 99 of My Summer Girl

“It’s the bond.” Leaning forward, their nose slides down my throat. They inhale deeply, letting out a groan so heady that my thighs clench. “You’ll be able to smell me and find comfort in it easier. I’ll also taste different.”

Their lips tilt with that admission, gleaming eyes meeting mine.

“I love it,” I respond, thinking of how comforting the simple scent of vetiver has become. They lean down, kissing my jaw.

“Clothing or no clothing, little dove?”

“You’re letting me choose?” I raise an eyebrow at their amusement, knowing they’ll see it as sass.

“You’ve earned it.”

“No clothes,” I sigh appreciatively, thinking of their body. I’ve only seen it three times in total. I need more. Moving to sit on their heels, they unbutton their shirt, removing it and their belt in quick succession.

They watch me as intently as I watch them, not missing an inch of skin they reveal. Vex Asher is a god amongst monster-kind. Their body is chiseled to the point that I’m unsure if a goddess carved them from stone.

Their tattoos almost seem liquid, all watery and black across their torso, arms, and thighs. My eyes don’t look away as they rise to lower their pants, and I can’t break the connection we currently share.

It’s palpable, like those sparkling things buzzing with light during Año Nuevo.

“Your turn.”

They grip my ankles, pulling me to the end of the bed. I can’t help but admire their cock, the way it glistens with precum for me already. It’s thick, pierced several times—all metal pieces I’ve felt inside me, unraveling me with pleasure.

I’m wearing the dress Vera gave me, and as if Vex is aware, they remove the corset with gentle fingers, making sure it’s not ravaged.

After my dress is gone, I’m bare. I had no intention of wearing anything beneath, wanting Vera to have any access she’d want.

Might be a little forward, but the thought of succumbing to her needs and mine in a hedonistic display has my body shivering.

“Perfection,” Vex says, awestruck. Their jaw is mildly open and their eyes are blown black, the purple of their irises nearly gone. “I could live eons and eons, and nothing would ever touch the way your beauty unravels me.”

Before I can blush and babble over the compliments I’ve never been good at receiving, they grip my chin in a way that lets me know it’s scene time.

“Petal.”

A full smirk overtakes their devilish face, their canines slipping out. “Lay back for me, sweet love. Let me lick that pretty pussy.”

They don’t have to tell me twice. Pressing back on my elbows, I stop once I hit the headboard, wondering how sturdy it is.

Their fingers tap my thighs in a silent command to open. I do. Widening them as far as they go, just like Vex wants. It’s normal for them to spread me wide, even during pain sessions, allowing every pain point visible.

Kisses worship me from my ankles, slowly trailing up my thick thighs, and then to the skin where my hips meet my stomach.

I don’t speak as they take their time. It isn’t until they press their mouth everywhere but where I want it most that a whine escapes me.

Their eyes flash with humor as they peer up at me. A predatory gleam meets me, their pierced tongue stretched out just above my clit.

“Please, Sir.” It comes out strangled, almost desperate and needy—not as needy as I feel, but close enough. Pride is the sensation they offer through our bond.

It’s the only warning I get before they flick their tongue against me, and hum to torture me. “Fuck.”

My voice doesn’t even sound like my own, it’s strained and lower, breathier.

They place their lips around my clit, making little suckling motions as I writhe from their onslaught.

“So wet,” they say, their mouth full of me. “All for me.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” I whisper, wanting to climb them and fuck myself down their length. Instead of doing so. I send the mental image, hoping they get my needs loud and clear.

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