Page 82 of Between Dusk and Dawn

"Hey," I muttered. "It’s okay. You’re here now." I soothed him by circling my thumb on his cheek.

"I’m so scared I am going to scare you," he confessed.

"Nothing you can do will scare me. Show me what you want." It was a demand laced with the fervor that pulsed throughout my veins.

He tilted his head, his eyes filled with a subtle, seductive allure. I would willingly traverse the realms of my tortured soul to savor this moment with him. To witness the unraveling of his essence before me, allowing me the sacred task of gently piecing him back together. If only I could bestow upon him the entire world, I would do so willingly.

He lay on the carpet. "It’s only fair."

"What’s fair?" I asked as I inched closer to him.

"Sit on my face, Muse." The corners of one of my lips twisted into feral satisfaction.

"Happily, my Walsh." He paused, grazing my naked body as I shifted so my knees were straddling his shoulders.

"Say it again," he growled. My eyebrows furrowed as I didn’t understand what he meant.

"Say. It. Again," he demanded.

Ah. I knew exactly what he wanted, but I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. No, not until I moved up so my knees straddled either side of his head, his hands gripped my muscular thighs, and I dropped down so my core was hovering over his face.

"Lick me, Walsh, then I’ll say it again." I looked down at him and pulled my red hair out of its ponytail, giving him a show.

"Fuck," he cried, then gripped onto me as I ground onto his face. His tongue quickly went to work exploring every single inch of my hot, wet cunt.

"God. Yes." His mouth went to town, flicking and thrusting into every sensitive part imaginable.

"Ride me like you would that saddle, Muse," he groaned from beneath me.

I obliged, letting my hips thrust languidly back and forth as his mouth continued to work at my wet pussy.

"Fuck," I cried. Stars swirled in my vision. I must be dehydrated or something because I swear to God, I was seeing the entire fucking universe in front of me. I continued to grind against his mouth, picking up the pace with my hips and every single bone in my body started to shake with utter excitement.

I was right there. My pussy was throbbing, ready to explode.

"What the—" Just as I was about to come, he flipped me around.

I was now beneath his rock-hard body, pinned down by his massive thighs. When I realized what had happened, I swear I could have exploded right then at the dominance oozing from him.

He stood over me with my arousal dribbling out the corners of his mouth, like a feral hunter who had just feasted on his prey. His veins were pulsing, and I could feel the need for him to obliterate me into another universe. He was fucking terrifying…and he was mine.

"We. Are. Coming. Together." His words came out blunt like quick sentences.

I nodded quickly, agreeing to whatever he was demanding. My god, he was fucking terrifying and beautiful all at the same time.

"Anything?" he repeated.

I stared at him, cum dripping down his chin. "I trust you."

He responded with a low growl before striding over to the fireplace, where a container of extra-large matches awaited.

Curiosity piqued, I propped up on my elbows to observe his actions. The fire was already ablaze, so I couldn't fathom why he needed the matches.

He deliberately extracted one from the container, its elongated stick reaching up to his elbow.

"Lay down," he commanded, his words leaving no room for negotiation. I complied, lying flat as the flame sparked to life.

Then my predator stalked back over toward me, cock on full display. The veins inside him pulsed with a desperate need only I could unleash within him.

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