"Do you want more, Sunshine?"
"Please," I whispered, my voice hoarse.
He withdrew his fingers agonizingly slowly, eliciting a desperate whine from my lips as I begged for him to fill me again. My body trembled with raw desire, craving the pleasure he could give me. But instead of fucking me, he grabbed my throat and pressed me down onto the bed, lowering his body until his face was between my legs.
His lips brushed against my pussy, one hand dug into my thigh as he spread me wider, and he teased me with the tip of his tongue before withdrawing again. My hips bucked in response, seeking more of him. He hummed in appreciation, and I could feel the vibrations resonate through me. And then he was devouring me with a savage, insatiable hunger.
I cried out, arching my back as his skilled mouth worked me over. My hands grabbed at the sheets, my nails digging into the fabric as I clung to the sensations overwhelming me.
His tongue moved in and out of me, fucking me with a rhythm that mirrored the one he'd used on his fingers. I moaned his name, my voice a ragged plea for relief. I could feel the orgasm building, a fiery inferno that threatened to consume me whole. He released my thigh and pushed two fingers into my pussy with his tongue, alternating between fucking me with them or curling them against my G-spot as he teased my clit. With each flick of his tongue and thrust of his digits, I felt myself unraveling. I gripped his damp hair and covered the hand around my throat. He suckled my clit, his teeth grazing it gently, and then curled his fingers again. My moans and cries echoed around the room, mingling with his low growls of satisfaction.
"That's it, Sunshine," he murmured against my skin. "Let go for me. Give into it."
His words were the catalyst I needed to push myself over the edge. The orgasm hit me like a tidal wave.
I came hard, my body writhing in pleasure as I cried out his name again and again, my pussy clenching around his fingers. He didn't stop. He continued, never breaking his rhythm or slowing down. My hips bucked and rolled, still craving his touch. I knew that this was more than a simple act of pleasure; it was a demonstration of his power over me. I whimpered as another orgasm built.
I looked down into his eyes and he squeezed my clit between his teeth, thrusting his fingers deeper, a wicked grin on his face. The pain sent me over the edge, a rush of fluid squirted from my pussy, coating his hand as he continued to work his magic. I screamed his name, lost in a haze of ecstasy and arousal. When I finally came down, his eyes locked with mine, a glint in their depths. He released my clit and pulled his drenched fingers from my pussy, and with a satisfied smirk, he licked them clean.
“You taste better and better every time, Sunshine.” He still held me tight, never once releasing his hold on my throat as moved up my body, his gaze unwavering. “Fucking addictive.” His lips came down in a possessive claim of ownership, my come and juices all over his face and tongue. I moaned into his mouth, my body still trembling. The taste of us melded together in a potent mix that left me weak and craving more. He broke away and his lips moved to my ear. “I'll never let you go."
I could only manage a weak nod, still catching my breath. My pulse pounded in my ears as I lay there, utterly spent. He gently released me and settled onto the bed, drawing me close to his chest. I nestled into his embrace, the warmth and safety of his body enveloping me as I listened to the rhythmic thud of his heart. “I remember the day I did that from dusk to midnight, eating that pussy until you could hardly speak.”
His voice was a low rumble as he continued, his lips brushing against my ear. "I loved how you screamed, how you begged for more, and how you so hard you left a permanent mark in my leather seats. I couldn’t get enough of you. Still can’t." He nibbled on my earlobe, causing a shiver to run down my spine. “It's etched in my memory, Sunshine. How you sweetly asked me to fuck you, staring up at me with those pretty eyes of yours."
I could see it. Him and I in that field of sunflowers. He had me on the hood of his car, and then in the back seat. The others were all a few yards away, behind a small house where a bonfire was lit. I tilted my head and peered up at him. “But you didn’t go any further.”
His eyes met mine, the amber depths burning with intensity. “You weren’t ready for that yet.”
That’s what he’d meant in the bathroom when he said he’d fucked me in every way but one. I had already assumed as much. I knew without a doubt that having sex with Ky would be an unforgettable experience. I was aware that once we crossed that line, things would never be the same between us, but only because after that one time, he'd have complete control over me, taking me whenever and however he pleased, and I would want it just as badly.
“We made a vow to one another that night. And then they took you away from me,” he continued.
I swallowed, a pang ricocheting through my chest. A storm of conflicting emotions swirled within me - fear, pleasure, sorrow. Most of all, rage. Deep in my heart, Kyrous held the key to it all. It was my mind and soul desperately trying to piece itself back together and remember the woman who had given everything to him.
There was so much to say but the words got caught in my throat like dust during a sandstorm. I felt the familiar pressure of his hand on the back of my neck, urging me to look back up at him, to feel his intensity.
"All that was done, and has yet to come, is for a purpose. It's for the life we almost had together and the years and everything else that was stolen from all of us," he said, his voice low and intense. I stared into his eyes, seeing a heavy darkness reflected in them. "I’ve got part of you back, Sunshine," he whispered, his breath warm against my cheek. "And I'll make them pay for taking the other half."
“What do you need me to do?”
“I need you to be exactly as you are. Find your true self. I'll take care of everything else.”
“I can do that,” I replied softly.
I nestled against him, lulled by his fingers tracing a path up and down my spine. I closed my eyes, taking in the warmth of his body and the familiarity of his embrace. I felt myself grow drowsy and fought to stay awake. "Sleep, Sunshine," he coaxed, his gritty voice soothing. His fingers continued to trace over my skin, like a map of our history and a promise of our future.
CHAPTER EIGHT
I traced my fingers delicately up and down her spine, feeling her heartbeat against my chest as she slept, trusting and vulnerable. Her skin was so smooth, perfect to be stroked for hours on end. Careful not to wake her, I moved some of her hair aside and checked her pulse, counting it out.
She’d need another injection soon.
Helios wasn’t anything to toy with. You either got dosed consistently or you wound up like a fucking zombie—and that was if your body didn’t reject the drug entirely. Sunshine would accept it, but then she’d be the equivalent of an addict, and everything that made her who she was would be gone.
I would never let that happen.
I flattened my hand against the side of her neck. It was a shade darker than her sun-kissed, warm golden tan. She stirred slightly but didn’t wake. Her naked and in my arms was my favorite view. Second to how she looked every time I had my face buried between her thighs or her full, pink lips wrapped around my dick, staring up at me with submission and adoration.