Page 101 of Deceitful Oath

“I mean it Luxy, what you went through was tough,” I say more heatedly. “Don’t downplay it. You fell into hell and came out the other side unscathed.”

She touches the wound at her temple lightly and smiles a sad little smile. “Not completely unscathed. Now I have to walk around with this eyesore.”

“What eyesore?” I ask, pretending to inspect her whole head. “I see nothing but perfection. Pure beauty. Like Venus emerging from the clam.”

“The clam,” she repeats giggling. “I think shell is the correct word.”

“Is it not a clamshell?”

“Hush,” she shushes me, smiling genuinely this time.

“Yep, beautiful and badass,” I repeat happily. “Our kid’s going to be bragging that their mother is superwoman all day long.”

“Okay, okay, stop,” she says, blushing. “I feel better, thank you.”

“It was nothing,” I whisper, placing a soft kiss on her nose. She tilts her chin up for me, catching my lips with hers. I allow myself to melt into the kiss this time, taking it nice and slow. Her hand slides up my chest, resting at the base of my neck.

“We should go to sleep, sunshine.”

“Sleep is for the weak,” she whispers huskily, slipping her hand into my pajama pants. “And I’m superwoman, remember?”

My cock instantly hardens at her touch. She runs her fingers along the ridge, stroking softly, coaxing it along.

“Luxy,” I pant, intending to slow her down but she takes it as a signal to proceed, tightening her grip. I relax into the mattress, throwing my head back and revel in the magical feeling of her fingers encircled around me.

“I need you,” she whispers, straddling me.

“But we haven’t even…I mean, let me get you ready,” I stammer. She slides onto my length, settling onto my hips, and I lose all control of my language skills.

“I don’t need it,” she breathes, rocking her hips immediately. “I’m always ready for you.”

I can feel the exhaustion in her bones, even as she rides me. I flip her onto the mattress and pull her against my chest, enteringher from behind. She moans, pushing herself harder into me, but I slow her down.

“Nice and slow,” I hiss, slipping into her again. The sensation is so overwhelming after this hell of a day, that I almost explode right there and then.

“I know you like it hard, sunshine,” I beg. “But tonight, we’re going to do it my way…nice and slow.”

“I never knew you were such a sensitive soul,” she huffs over her shoulder, meeting my thrust with her hips. I chuckle, the vibrations making her moan even more, and dig my fingers into her hips to slow her down.

We build a steady, smooth pace and she relaxes in my arms as I drive slowly deep into her. Her moans build, coming at a regular pace, but I want to see her face as she climaxes. I pull out, making her moan in frustration, and flip her onto her back.

Hovering just above her, I push her hair out of her face and sink deep inside her, sealing her lips with mine. Her fingers, featherlight, graze my chest as she whimpers into my mouth. I pull away, meeting her eyes, and pick up the pace.

Within seconds, I feel her clenching and squeezing me inside. She whispers my name hoarsely and squeezes her eyes shut, feeling her climax coming. I follow her and let go, sinking in one last time as I kiss her tenderly.

“I love you, you big ole’ softie,” she whispers, pulling me close. I grin, settling my cheek between her breasts, and breathe in that patented Lux scent, the one not even lavender and Epsom salts can disguise.

She strokes my hair softly, brushing her fingers through it and scratching my scalp lightly.

“Remember when you used to fuck me on rooftops and with shards of glass digging into your feet?” she whispers, her body shaking with laughter. “I thought you were such a bad boy.”

“I am,” I pout against her chest.

“Sure, sure,” she coos, kissing the top of my head. “Of course you are.”

Even bad boys need tender sex and head scratches sometimes.

Especially when it comes from a goddess with a blinding smile that smells like cinnamon.

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