Page 109 of Broken Skulls

“Don’t run away.” Jacob leans down and kisses the top of her head. “Sweet dreams,” he tells her.

She blinks rapidly as she lies back. “It’s really comfortable. Thank you,” she says, biting back tears.

“You’re welcome.”

“Goodnight,” I say, squeezing her foot over the blankets as I pass by the end of the couch on the way to our room.

Jacob checks the locks on the doors and turns out the lights before joining me in bed. He closes the door quietly. “She’s already asleep,” he whispers.

He lights the candle in our room, and then strips out of his clothes, dropping them to the floor beside the bed.

I smile when he crawls under the covers and reaches for me, finding me naked. “We’re going to have to be quiet,” I warn quietly.

“We? I think it’s you we need to worry about,” he says, peppering kisses over my torso.

His statement makes me giggle quietly. “Are you kidding? I know I can be quiet. I did it for years. I think it’s you we have to worry about,” I tease.

“Is that so?” Jacob’s mouth moves up my body, stopping on my lips. He kisses me long and slow.

When he pulls back, I see a light bulb go off in his blue eyes. “Do you want to tie me up?”

I tip my head back to look at the silk scarves he’s attached to our new bed. My stomach does a flip, thinking about being the one in control.

“Yeah, but I don’t know how to do it,” I answer honestly.

He turns us, so I’m sitting on top of him. “It’s easy,” he whispers. He then proceeds to show me how to tie the scarf. “If you need to release me suddenly for some reason, just tug on that end,” he instructs.

“This one?” I run one of the ends through my fingers.

He winks at me. “Yep.”

I can’t help but giggle as he settles onto the mattress, raising his other hand for me to tie. “This feels naughty,” I whisper as I lean over him.

He tries to catch my nipple in his mouth, but I lean back. “Not so fast,” I scold him playfully.

“I’m not going to like this, am I?” he asks, realizing his mistake.

“Oh, I think you’re going to love it,” I tell him, sliding down his body and wrapping my hand around his cock. I blow on it lightly.

“Fuck,” he whispers, pressing his head into the pillow.

My tongue slides up the length of him before swirling around his tip. He watches me tease him, his hair hanging over one of his eyes. God, he’s sexy.

After a few minutes of me sucking so hard it hollows my cheeks, he begins to beg. “Please, baby, please,” he groans, his hands flexing in their binds.

I give him a few more teasing licks.

“Jesus, Elizabeth. You’re going to make me come.”

My lips pause, and I stare him down. “Question is, how many times can you come, Jacob?”

He lays his head back and laughs breathlessly. “You’re such a brat. Throwing my words back at me now?”

“Just curious.” I lick him again and he jumps. “So sensitive,” I tsk.

And then I suck his soul from his body. I almost feel bad when he struggles to bite back a moan as he comes down my throat.

I crawl over him when his hands quit jerking in the binds. “That was one.”

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