Page 105 of Unholy Bonds

“And?” she asked, running her fingers up my chest. “Are you leaving now?”

“No, I’m going to bring you something to eat. What do you want?” I asked as she stretched languorously on her bed, looking like a velvet temptation, inviting, and I wanted to jump right back into the madness and never come out.

“Anything,” she said with a yawn. “I need to go to the bathroom, but I don’t want to.”

“I’ll take you after I bring you food.”

I took a quick detour to the bathroom before I went downstairs. When I came back, she was half asleep, her bruised lips parted open in a soft snore. She didn’t look too powerful now. She looked fragile.

Grabbing a washcloth from her drawer filled with her toys—making a mental note to try everything—I walked to the bathroom. Filling a bowl with warm water, I walked back to the bed. She groaned when I gently pried her legs apart and sighed when I pressed the wet towel to her thigh.

“Go back to sleep,” I whispered, sliding the cloth up her thighs, dotted with her cum and blood.

There were scratches along her hips. Shit. But she wanted that; she begged for that. How perfect could a woman be?!

“What are you doing, Ryden?” she asked sleepily, twisting away from my grip and yawning. My heart twisted. Oh, it was going to kill me to say goodbye to her.

“Getting you ready for bed.”

“OH!” Her eyes snapped open. I continued to clean her body with the towel, my hand gently slipping up and down her skin. She stared at me like I was a stranger, like she hadn’t seen me before.

“Do you still want to go to the bathroom?”

“I need to pee.”

I lifted her in my arms and carried her to the bathroom. She looked cozy curled up against my chest. When she came out, she motioned me to carry her back to the bed.

“Here. Eat it before you go to sleep,” I said, handing her the cake I found in her refrigerator.

“Oh, you spoil me.” She leaned against the headboard, pulling a pillow to her lap, still naked, spent, beautiful. She finished the cake, and I quickly grabbed her fingers and sucked them until they were clean.

“I’m no longer sleepy,” she said hoarsely, grabbing the glass of wine. “I have strawberries in my refrigerator.”

“And? What do you want to do with them?” I asked as she took a sip of her wine, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

“Eat, of course,” she said. “Why? What are you thinking, dirty boy?”

“Nothing,” I said, running downstairs and grabbing the fruits from the refrigerator. “I got you strawberries.”

I pressed them to her soft lips, and she sank her teeth in with a sigh.

I leaned closer and licked the tempting trail of sweetness down her chin, down her throat. She moaned, and I had these unwanted images popping up inside my head. Her in bed, years later, just as beautiful, just as enchanting.

Oh fuckkk… No.

I pushed her to the bed, and she moaned when I reached her slick pussy, already wet again, already begging for more. She was insatiable, and I loved it.

With a finger, I traced a long line from her clit to her pussy, before dipping it inside, soft, softer… When I pulled back, my finger was glistening with her cum. She groaned when she saw me rubbing it against the strawberry, her eyes curiously wild.

“Ryden…”

She bit her lips, her eyes never leaving mine, as I bit into the strawberry coated with her cum. Her body arched up in response, her skin vibrating with need as a moan left her lips.

“This tastes so much better, baby. So much better than anything else ever could.”

My food coated with my woman’s need for me! ME. Only me.

My fucking woman?

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