Page 110 of Steel Heart Iron Claws

I fumble to the floor in the darkness, hands skimming over the flour sacks. The air is still kissed with powdered sugar, and I lick my lips, salivating.

His boot scuffs as he approaches me from behind,sending a delicious shiver of anticipation to form a chokehold around my heart.

Glass clinks together as he rummages through the shelves, searching for something I can only guess. There’s a scrape as he drags a sack to the door, blocking it—and a wild rush of fear lands hard on me, realizing how dangerous this is.

Under my father’s own roof…

Basten presses a bottle into my hand. “Go ahead, then, little violet. Play your games with me.”

I uncork the bottle and sniff. Whiskey.

As my breath strains, I pat the darkness until my fingers locate his bare chest. He’s leaning back against a flour sack, his legs splayed on the floor. I straddle him, and he groans as I settle myself flush with his hips.

“The Meden Cup is the prize of victors.” I feel down his chest to locate his navel. The scent of ripe pears mixes with the whiskey, the caramel, the sugar…I can barely stop from drooling. “And you won me long ago, Basten Bowborn.”

I slosh the whiskey over the dip in his abdomen, then set the bottle down and lean forward until my hair brushes his bare stomach. His muscles tighten, the liquid seeping down over my fingers. Trying to catch it, I seal my lips over his navel and suck.

His groan roars out of him at the same time that his stomach muscles tense like bowstrings. “That’s it. Fuck. Keep going. Lick me everywhere, you filthy girl.”

I run my tongue over his washboard ridge of muscles, marred by puckered, long-healed scars from countless fights.

Breathing hard, I reach for his belt’s clasp.

“I want to taste you,” I chokeout.

His muscles shudder under my fingertips, a ripple that pulses all the way down to the bulge pressing against my hips. Sweat drips down his chest, the saltiness mixing with the earthy tang of whiskey.

His hand in my hair guides my head lower, to the cock that springs free when I finish unbuckling his belt.

In the darkness, I run one hand over its velvet shaft, marveling at the girth of it. My needy pussy throbs, soaking my panties, weakening my knees.

Tentatively, I run my tongue over the tip, swallowing down the first salty drop. His ass flexes as his groin thrusts up at me.

“Take me in your mouth,” he orders hoarsely. “Suck me until you’re choking on my come—and then swallow every drop.”

My skin erupts in goose bumps as I line up my lips with his straining cock.

It’s been a while since I did this, and I feel a flutter of doubt.

This is ournewfirst time together—I want it to be perfect.

I wrap my lips around his cock, gently sucking as I bob my head up and down.

“Oh, fuck,” he moans. “Oh, that’s sofuckingsweet.”

I move faster, relaxing my throat to take more of him. My lips still taste like whiskey, and it’s the most alluring, sinful sensation to fill my throat with his cock. His fingers tighten in my hair, guiding my head in a rhythm that matches the thrusts of his hips.

“That’s it. Gods, you have no idea how beautiful you are like this. I wish you could see what I can see. Wish you could taste the air—it’s a mixture of your cunt’s sweet juices andripe pears. After this, I’m going to lick you until I finally get my fill.”

My swollen pussy throbs harder. My skirt is up around my backside, the cool basement air chilling my damn underclothes. My hips squirm in the air as I lean over Basten, needy and impatient, sucking him.

“Just like that,” he pants, thrusting so deep into me that my eyes water. “I’m going to come now, little violet. Take it. Every drop.”

I brace myself as his cock stiffens before pulsing out a hot ribbon of cum. It hits the back of my throat, making me temporarily gag, but I pull back and swallow.

Breathless, I wipe my lips.

“Good girl,” he growls between breaths. “That’s my good fucking girl. Now—come here.”

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