Page 60 of Between Dusk and Dawn

Fuck, I hated how quickly I could fold in his presence.

"Let me taste you, wife."

I swallowed. The words were caught again inside my chest, unable to have answers, and my core was flexing, desperate for his tongue to touch me.

"Please," he begged.

Oh no.

He was begging. For the first time. I felt like somehow he’d spliced his power and let me have a taste. My hands became clammy because, while I was feral for him, I knew what this moment meant between us.

"Okay," I whispered. He groaned, grasping my thighs and spreading me wide open, his tongue lapping my folds. I could have come right then. I could have melted on the feel of hismouth against my warmth. The tip of his tongue flicked over my clit. I grabbed onto the wall as much as I could, silently wishing he’d put in handles or something for me to hold onto.

The faster his tongue moved against me, the more I saw stars. I wasn’t sure if I would be able to hold myself upright. Suddenly, being next to the roaring fireplace seemed like such a bad idea because my body was on fire. It had to be because of the warmth emanating from the fire and not because of the masterpiece Walsh’s tongue was painting on my clit.

"Oh my—" I cried, desperately trying to balance myself.

"Stand over me." That meant having to take a few steps forward, which I wasn’t sure I was able to do, but I tried, steadying myself with the wall behind me. I hovered over him as he lifted my thighs around his face so I was straddling his shoulders. He’d given me the support I needed so I wouldn't topple over and angled his face in a perfect position to continue his assault on my cunt.

"You taste like the sweetest fruit, Muse," he groaned.

Now I remembered why I’d moaned his name every time I came the last three years. The memories of how good he could make my body feel came rushing back, and if anything, I was happy to be stuck here to experience this for the rest of my life.

I may have hated this man, with every fiber of my being wanting to constantly be at war with him, but I melted to a puddle when he tasted me. His tongue darted in and out, alternating between circling my pussy with a fevered frenzy and then taking care of my clit with languid strokes to get me to the point I would explode right on his face.

I fell into a stillness, my orgasm right there as he pulled away from me, standing me in front of him. He stood, his lips covered in my juices.

"Why did you stop?" I panted.

A slow twist tilted the corners of his lips. "Because I need you to come on my cock, wife."

He wiped away my wetness with the back of his hand. I was suddenly washed with embarrassment at how soaked I was for him.

He grabbed me by my waist, then lifted his thumb to my lips.

"Open up."

I nodded, parting my lips as he shoved his thumb into my mouth. "You taste so good, don't you?"

My doe eyes locked with his ravenous ones. "Please fuck me," I croaked out around his thumb.

He was edging me. I wanted so badly to come, but I knew he had a plan, because Walsh Solis was always coming up with something. I hated that I was a pawn even in his sexual desires.

"Ah, so now you want to consummate our marriage?"

Ugh. Stop talking. I wanted him to shut up and let me fuck him without ruining the moment. I wanted to forget how mad I was at him and not be constantly reminded of it.

"Shut up," I huffed, trying to push him off, but his hand snaked tighter around me, pulling me in so our lips were a hair's breadth away.

"Tell me you hate me," he whispered. His other hand reached between my thighs, pushing them apart.

"Tell me you hate me," he said, and his hand stayed on my pussy.

"I hate you," I said, mustering up all the confidence I could find.

Another smirk formed on his face, then a sharp slap stung my cunt.

Holy shit. He smacked my pussy. "Ouch," I said, trying to look down, but his hand came up. Walsh Solis slapped me, and I strangely found it sexy.

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