Page 32 of This Haunted Heart

He’d slept in his shirt and trousers. The button seam was still open, his thick cock pressing against the linen. He’d beaten me at my own game last night by not playing fair, using his strength and my own rules against me . . .

But I was just as capable as he was of playing unfairly.

That gave me an idea. A perfectly rotten one.

Chapter 9

Lochlan Finley

Rynn’s retelling of the last day I saw her twenty years ago haunted my heart. I fell asleep, holding her tight, my head heavy with more questions. It caused me to have that dream again, the one where Rynn came to me as a ghost to ravish me in my sleep.

I reached for her in my slumber, trying to pull her closer, afraid she’d vanish the moment I opened my eyes. I tried to hold on to the images my brain had conjured, but they slipped away from me as awareness broke through.

Blearily I blinked awake, taking in the rustic bedroom of the inn. I was still painfully hard, still able to feel the vivid sensations of her lovely lips squeezing my cock.

“Good morning,” Rynn said, leaning between my legs.

My brows pinched together. She’d pulled my trousersand undergarment down below my hips. My cock stood up tall, eager for more attention. She kissed the tip with those perfectly plump lips of hers.

“You little pirate,” I purred.

My next words were lost in something between a groan and pleasure-filled growl as she reclaimed me with her mouth, running her lips down my length. My hips rolled, delving deeper into that sweet, hot cove.

Her big doe eyes found mine through her lashes as she pleasured me, and if I wasn’t already obsessively infatuated and scornfully smitten, I would have fallen hard right then, straight through all nine circles of that hell. She swirled her tongue around the tip before letting my cock pop wetly out of her mouth.

“You look unsure of yourself,” she teased. “Did you want me to stop?”

“You damn well know I don’t want you to stop.” Pushing fingers through her hair, I rolled us onto our sides so that we faced each other. I encouraged her back right where I needed her most, pumping shallowly between her lovely lips.

This was all still a game to her, but by God, it was a game she was an expert at playing. She sucked on my cock like she wanted to separate my soul from my body through that rigid member.

I neared my peak, so close my balls pulled up tight and my cock wept. My little hellcat tugged free with a gasp, lips pink and swollen. My grunt of desperation echoed around the room.

“Trust me,” she soothed, trailing little kisses down the prominent vein on my cock, teasing my balls with her talented fingers. “I’ll get you there.”

“I feel like I’m going to die,” I told her. I wasn’t even being melodramatic. It truly seemed like I might perish without her.

Her soft laugh teased my tenderest flesh. My skin smoldered, and my throat had never been more parched.

She cured me of my affliction with her lips, swallowing me whole. My climax started in my toes, shot up into my pelvis, and erupted down her throat in warm pulls. To my memory, it was the hardest I’d ever come. Stars sparked in the corners of my vision. For a moment I thought I’d go blind.

Even the climb down from that peak was glorious. I was warm all over and fifty pounds lighter.

“The victorious vixen,” I said, too blissfully relaxed to be bothered by a defeat that didn’t feel like losing at all.

She drained me dry and licked her lips, content as a little kitten. Even with my cock so close to her face, her smile was perfectly demure. She let me hold her there for a while, pushing mussed curls out of her face, ingraining that sultry image into my memory.

I hadn’t realized I’d been frowning until she scooted up the bed and kissed the furrow between my brows away. “You owe me an answer,” she said softly.

“You’ve certainly earned it. Go on and ask me, then.”

She started to speak, then seemed to think better of it, biting down on her lip. Her palm was cool as it caressed my cheek. Her fingers found the scars there and trailed over them.

“Why are you so sad?” she asked. By the look on her face, she’d surprised us both with the question.

I propped my head up on my arm. “That’s what you want? Are you sure?”

She chewed at the inside of her cheek for a moment, still pondering. Then she nodded. “I think I need to know. I’vebeen curious since I found you in my rooms.”

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