Page 98 of The Merciless King

His lips press to mine as his fingers thread through my hair, and I loop my arms around his neck.

“What is this, Brax?”

Glossy blue eyes roam my face as if seeking the answer for a long moment, and then he shakes his head.

“Something I never expected.” His rasp rougher this time. Then his mouth covers mine and we open to one another, our tongues tangling together eagerly, as we press our bodies as close as possible.

His hand snakes through the high split of my dress and finds his way under my panties.

I moan against his mouth.

“This place is ours now,” Braxton says, circling my clit as my legs wobble. “I want all of you, Gia. Your pussy, your heart, your soul.”

“Oh, god.” I cry, every part of me falling into this man.

I want him to have all of me.

Not just for one night.

But forever.

“I want your juices on my tongue,” he says, dropping to his knees and flicking my dress over him as he parts my legs. Then his mouth is on my pussy, my panties tugged to the side, and I hang on to his head to stop from collapsing.

“Brax, oh fuck.”

How can I live without him?

Not just the pleasure, but the way he is all I have ever wanted in a man.

His magic tongue flicks and laps at me, my legs trembling as this man totally consumes me.

“Come.” I hear him demand and my body obeys.

My orgasm crashes through me as his fingers spear my entrance and his mouth clamps onto my clit.

He doesn’t stop.

He drinks all of me.

When he stands, his mouth is glossy with my liquid pleasure. Like a predator, his hungry eyes hold mine as he licks his lips.

Jesus Christ.

I’m lost to this man.

He unzips his pants and leads me to a park table, lifting me onto the edge. Sliding off my panties, he pockets them, then slides into me in one swell thrust.

“Mine. Forever,” Braxton rasps, but we both know it’s a lie.

As his cock slides in and out of me and he gazes down at me like I’m the moon and the stars and the sun, three words slip out of me which I know I’ll regret.

But right now, I can’t.

“I love you,” I whisper.

Braxton’s eyes flare and his forehead drops to rest on mine. He slams in harder and harder until he fills me. We both cry out, our fingers digging into one another as our climaxes peak and roll through us.

“Gia,” he whispers into my hair.

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