Page 50 of Moth to a Flame

Two fingers go into her heat, and my name has never sounded this perfect.

The reverence in her voice reminds me of a prayer, and I’m here to show her what a merciful god I am.

“Again.”

She’s not done coming on my mouth. I sure as hell am not done with her. Her arousal drips on my chin, and I lick and devour her. I eat Regan out, sucking on her clit.

Making her moan for me.

“Come. Again.”

“It’s too much.” Her thighs clench, her pussy squeezing my fingers, pulling them in deeper. “Before you, I haven’t come—I can’t—”

Haven’t come since that monster ruined her life.

I’m still just as hard as I was a second ago. The rage, thewrath, Christ, it’s a beast clawing its way out of my chest. It’s growing and evolving and no, fuck no. He won’t ruin this moment for her too.

Whatever he broke, I’m going to fix.

“It’ll hurt until it won’t anymore.” I’m relentless. Tasting, pleasuring, finger-fucking her. Coming up for air to order her, “You have more in you. So much more. Eyes on me. That’s it. That’s a good girl. Fuck my face, Regan. Fucking come on me.”

Two orgasms later, and she’s a shaking, pleading, begging mess. My mess. She didn’t take long to get there, either. My body and soul have waited for her all these years. Looks like hers waited for mine just the same.

I tear her panties off her, sniff them, and shove them into my pocket. Pull her leggings up and stand, cup her cheeks, and kiss her.

She flinches. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry. I—My o-o—”

“Orgasms.” I grip her chin, staring into her eyes. “Say it.”

“Orgasms.”

“Good girl. Now taste it.” Her lips part, just a little. Her tongue peeks to meet mine, and I rub it against her. Talk to her while I’m violating her mouth. “That’s it. See how good you taste? You’re so sweet, Regan. So good.”

She hums. “Thank you.”

So innocent. She thinks I’m done.

I’m hard as a fucking rock, but it’s not it. She and I have unfinished business.

I yank on her hair, hovering over her to meet her eyes. “Kneel.”

“Why?”

“You hit me because I lied to you. Which is fair.” The sound of my zipper going down is loud in the otherwise quiet room. “I won’t hit you, ever. But…Turnabout’s fair play.”

“When did I lie to you?” she argues, yet she goes down on her knees like a good girl. Stares at me beneath her thick eyelashes.

“You said you didn’t like what I did today.” I take myself out, my cock thick and throbbing. While I talk, I rub my precum on her lips. “I know for a fact that you did. You love it when I scare you. When I force you. You love it because you trust me to take care of you. So don’t ever tell me that you don’t like it.”

Her lips press into a fine line. I tap my cock on them.

“The truth.”

“I won’t.” She’s not lying. I hear it in her voice. See it in her eyes. “I promise. Let me taste you.”

With a finger on her chin, I yank on her bottom lip, and open her mouth for me. Shove inside.

The growl coming out of me isn’t mine. I sound like an animal as pleasure pulses through me. A beast, not a man. “See how good it feels to tell the truth?”

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