Page 69 of Fallen Princess: Shadow Stalker

“Get on your knees, suck my cock, and show me how much you need me naked to fuck you.”

Before I can question him, he bites my earlobe, knowing precisely what the sly move does to me.

He remembers, as did Ash last night.

How much baggage have they all carried around these past ten years?

The truth sinks in even further, deeper, and more profound than I have realized ring true in my life.

“You never let me go,” I whisper, my mind so aware of the truth.

“Way too precious to do that, luv.”

And just like that, a weight is lifted off my conscience, and I finally feel free, as if the monotone prison cell I cast myself in a long time ago has suddenly kicked me out, and I see color for the first time.

Haze’s hands take hold of each of my wrists and let my arms down slowly, leaning his body against mine until my hands are by my sides.

He lets go of me and takes a step back to tackle with the fastening of his jeans and pushes them down his hips. He lifts his T-shirt off his body and tosses it aside. I never noticed it before because I didn’t allow myself to linger my sight long enough on his skin.

The surprise is etched all over my face like a silent exclamation point.

“You lasered off all your tats except the one on your ribs.”

“I didn’t have that many to begin with, but they all reminded me of a life that was no longer there.”

“But you left that one.” My voice softens as I observe that beautiful snake and apple design inked on the upper side of his ribs.

“I had plans to get it removed last. Then the first prick of the laser snapped on it and I couldn’t go through with it. I couldn’t erase your memory with a simple laser beam.”

Haze is right, and I realize this now. You can’t just erase a love just because it lingers on inside you. You just learn to live with it, but it does have the potential to consume from within, or you choose to act on your emotions.

My eyes travel down to his hand as he reaches inside his jersey boxer shorts and magically pulls out his hard dick.

Massive would be an understatement. It’s thick, velvety, smooth and erect. The dark blonde fuzz below his V-line is trimmed and left as a short stubble, but it’s the rounded shape of the weeping tip of his peen that brings out every feeling inside me into a lustful groan. Do I remember this cock being so beautiful?

Is it even possible to describe a penis as a thing of beauty?

I’m choosing to act on my emotions and drop to my knees because something so holy needs to be worshipped, and I lick my lower lip and suck on it, remembering how I once adored him.

Hello there, I mentally say to it as I tilt my head to admire the size.

I’m going to reacquaint myself with you.

It twitches as if it recognizes me.

“Spread your legs, Haze,” I demand, and he allows me the space I need to push my ass off the back of my leg and reach out, wrapping my hand firmly around his cock.

He is so thick my hand can’t even close around him.

My thumb casually caresses the slit, spreading his clear pre-cum around his rounded tip. My eyes travel upward and lock onto his burning stare as I lean in and drag my tongue across his slit. My other hand travels south and cups his crown jewels—a phrase I’ve heard all four men use to describe their balls.

Crown jewels, royal jewels. Quite fitting for such.

Another deep groan vibrates from him. This time, I can almost feel it resonate through his entire body.

I want to taste every inch of him, and I remove my grip as I slowly slide my entire mouth down the length of him, my tongue swirling and my teeth gently grazing against his skin, exactly how I knowit’ll fucking excite him like a lightening rod striking the night, supercharged and explosive.

He was way too dear to me to never forget or stop loving either.

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