Page 44 of Tyrant

“Hold yourself open for me, Birdie, while I devour you.”

I’m going to die. I’m going to die. I’m sure of it when I part myself, showing him all the glistening tiny beads clinging to my folds. I watch him lap them up, cleaning me with his tongue, humming as he tastes me. I didn’t think someone’s tongue could be so perfect or could feel so good inside, but Gray’s does. When he thrusts it inside of me, I don’t feel half as empty.

I bite down on my hand and pant through my nose as his tongue teaches me what true sin is. My legs start to shake, andthat’swhen he decides to attack my clit.

He stops licking me when I need him most and takes his hands away. I’m so far gone that all I can do is melt boneless against the wall and wait for whatever glorious thing he’s going to do to my body next. I finally clue back in to the fact that he hasn’t moved. I look down and when I see what he’s doing,

He’s not doing anything. Justlookingat me.

The hot caress of his eyes, appreciating me, seeing all of me, is the most beautiful thing I have ever known.

“Gorgeous,” Gray praises.

His praise makes my legs tremble and my empty pussy ache. I clench my thighs together, realizing that there are fresh beads of moisture slicking down them.

“Get up on the bed, queen.”

Queen. Oh my god.

He doesn’t tell me where to position myself or how to do it, but I’m the one that catches my reflection in the huge mirror mounted to the dresser. I want to watch him behind me. I want to see every single thing he’s doing. Not just because it’s kinkyor erotic, but because I’ve dreamed about him, ached for him, missed him beyond words and comprehension for years.

I look at myself in the mirror, flushed and as wild as a beast.

I grasp the sleek wooden footboard. I can see Gray behind me, whipping off his t-shirt and undoing his belt. Watching him undress with that dark, feral promise in his eyes makes my empty walls clench hard on themselves.

“Are you on the pill?” he asks.

I shake my head.

Once he’s naked, he pulls out a condom from the nightstand and rolls it down the length of his swollen, veiny cock. I want him raw, but we’re not ready for another child. We need time to become a couple, he needs to get to know Penny. The whole club has to accept that I’m his queen. I have to learn what that even means. I want us to be a family as we are, because we need that right now.

Gray strokes his cock over the condom. I want to do that. I want him doing that inside of me, not wasting it on his hand. I want it so bad I nearly see double.

He gets up on the bed behind me and I’m so eager for him, I bend forward and put my hips and ass straight up in the air. He grasps my hips and dives down, licking along the length of my slit with his hot tongue. “Glorious.”

I let him do it, shamelessly wanton.

I’m drenched, but he spreads my apart and spits on me anyway.

Holy god. I am going to die.

His hands curl into my hips as he notches himself to my entrance. He pauses just for that second and it nearly kills me. I don’t want him to hesitate. I want there to be no doubt.

“Gray. Yes. Please. I need you. I’ll always need you. I always have.” He fills me unbearably full, thrusting inside of me with a single movement. I’m forced to stretch to take him, his delicious thickness filling the ache I’ve been unable to fill with my fingers for years alone.

I watch him lose himself in me. His eyes are closed, and his face is a tight mask of pure bliss. The sight of his huge body looming up over the top of me, plunging in and out rhythmically, makes me moan almost as forcefully as the sheer pleasure lighting me up does.

I’m so full that the pleasure careens through my body. I want to hold on, to wait, but my muscles are screaming. Gray leans over me and commands thickly, right near my ear. “Come for me, my queen. Come apart for your king.”

I follow his instructions perfectly, literally breaking part and crying out with muffled sobs. My fingers clench into the footboard, using it to brace myself while Gray goes mad behind me. He’s wild, banding an arm around my middle, bowing almost in half as he strokes into me with long, brutal thrusts.

He growls my name when he comes, chanting it into the sudden silence of the sticky bedroom. His arm is locked around my waist and while he’s still inside of me, I take his hand and press it to my chest so he can feel the hammering of my heart.

I clutch his hand hard to my sweat slicked skin. “I missed you. I love you.”

He pulls out of me and rearranges me, tucking me into his clean, wind-scented cotton sheets. He’s line-dried them. I know that scent. He kisses my forehead. I nearly weep at the way his arms feel wrapped around me.

“Missed your smile, Birdie. Your heart, your soul, your laughter. Every fucking thing about you. I love you.”

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