Page 114 of Bloodguard

“Wecan’tfix this,” she whispers. “I’m so sorry, Leith.”

Is she sorry for crying? She doesn’t ever have to apologize for that. I stroke her hair and kiss her head, trying to comfort her. She came to me. I have to find a way to give her what she needs. “What can I do to help?”

It takes her a moment to look at me, but when she does, it’s as if every emotion, every kindness, every tender moment she’s ever shared with me floods her gaze.

“You can’t help me,” she says, her voice shaking. “But by all the moon, please, let me help you.”

She pushes up on her toes and pulls me in for one long, sweet kiss.

I circle her waist when our kiss deepens, every stroke of her tongue erasing all the frustration, uncertainty, and inhumanity the day brought.

My grip tightens as she deepens the kiss, my hands lowering to cup her ass.

As I squeeze, she abruptly breaks from my hold. I think I somehow scared her and try to step away and allow her a moment. But then she moves closer, watching me in that way that begs me to see and know only her. Even as she unties my breeches, her gaze never leaves mine.

“I love you with all my heart,” she says. “Please, Leith—tonight, let me love you with my body.”

My eyes widen, and my body thrums with heat at her words.

The soft fabric of my breeches falls to my ankles, and I kick them away in time for her to grab a tight hold of my stiffening dick.

Holy shit.

My eyes scrunch as my chin lifts to where the reflection of the flames dances along the ceiling. She starts working my dick from the base, gliding her hands up and down the length of me as she makes her way to the head, each pass of her thumb over the tip inciting a few drops to emerge.

She releases me long enough to pull her dress over her head and fall to her knees, opening her mouth to take me deep, her eyes never leaving me as she sucks hard. With every pull from her hand and her mouth, I grow dizzy as she removes what remains of her clothes with her free hand.

Her nails dig into my ass, encouraging me to pump in and out of the back of her throat. I don’t have to tell her how damn good it feels, but I do anyway, my head spinning with how bad I want her.

I lift her in one motion and lay her across the worktable, spreading her legs so I can taste her tender flesh.

She jerks when I lick her. So I do it again, my tongue feathering over her center, working her faster when her fingers tangle into my hair and she pulls me closer.

Over and over, she calls my name, her body thrashing so hard I have to haul her back again and again to the edge of the table, my arms hooked around her legs to keep her in place.

Her back arches as she orgasms, tremors of bliss causing her body to quake. She writhes, the remains of the red-and-purple powder she was grinding on this worktable dusting her skin.

When she finishes, perspiration beads between her breasts and glides down her stomach. I flip her over, guiding her toward me until her feet touch the floor. She bends forward, her regal features flushed with lust as she tosses her hair over her left shoulder.

“Don’t stop,” she begs.“Please.”

And I don’t.

She watches me over her shoulder as I glide my dick in between her folds. Goosebumps splay across her back as I retreat slowly and push in harder.

Bang.

The table slams into a cabinet at my first hard thrust. But as her core slickens with each pump, the banging increases, as does her call for more.

Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang.

The rhythm is steady, building in time with the pounding of our flesh.

“You like this?” I ask. “You like me fucking you?”

“Yes,”she rasps.

She grips the edge of the table as I increase my speed to match her surging desire.

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