Page 81 of Between Dusk and Dawn

She placed her hand on my chest and traced a few random swirls of ink I had right at the collarbone.

"But that’s all I’ve been trying to tell you, Walsh."

Her eyes softened when she glared into mine as though they saw beneath what I carried all day long, as if they held the weight of the world with me and understood me.

"I’ve always been here. You have always been enough for me, and I just want to be that for you."

My fingers stroked the side of her soft skin against her jawline. "I’m here now," I whispered, a promise that held so much more.

"Are you ready to play, Muse?"

Chapter Thirty-Five

Icouldn't wait. Fuck, I was so primed and ready for him I was dripping.

"Yes, sir," I half joked, but the primal growl he emitted was something out of this world.

"Say that again, Muse, and see how far that gets you." Then he pulled away from me, grabbed one of those fluffy blankets from the couch, and placed it right in front of the fireplace. He’d worked, er, well, he hired other people to work so hard to make this place not feel as cold as it once did.

We were both fucked up people, but we were trying to be good. In some cosmic way, we were so right for each other—wrong for everyone else, but our own version of perfection.

As he laid out another blanket, I took off the bralette and dropped the fragile lace to the floor before stepping out of my boy shorts while he had his back turned. Once he was finished, he turned to me, and his cock thickened in his boxer briefs.

"Muse," he groaned. "Tell me what you want."

I dropped to my knees before he could even ask again. "I want to be your good little slut and suck you off."

A mixture between a devilish laugh and a groan escaped his lips before he grabbed the sides of my face, forcing my eyes to lock with his.

"Then do it," he demanded with a cool unease that sent an absolute shiver through my entire body.

So I did. He pulled off his briefs, and the moment his thick cock sprung out, my mouth was on him.

"Remember," he coached, "jaw loosened. Open wide."

I nodded, trying to fit his girth into my mouth. Fuck, this man was thick.

When I finally relaxed, I took his veiny shaft into my mouth as if he was the best damn Popsicle I’d ever licked.

"So fucking good." He moaned, and for a small moment, I glanced up at him. My handsome king, losing every ounce of control in his taut body.

Just. For. Me.

"Muse?" he said as I slurped him up, my mouth full of cock, saliva, and his precum.

"Mmmm," I let out as my hands tugged on his balls.

He pulled away, and shock lit up my features. "Don’t go doe-eyed on me." His demand was rough.

He dropped down to his knees, gently massaging my jawline. It was so painful from being opened so wide I couldn’t help but groan. "I just want to come together."

His voice was soft and far more gentle than moments ago. "Do you love watching me drop to my knees to be with you?"

"Yes," I let out a breathy whisper.

"I am so sorry." His face dropped, and I caught him before he slumped over. "Hey…"

I wasn’t expecting this emotional reaction from him, especially not now.

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