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“Hold onto me, sweetness,” he said, then grabbed my chin and pulled my jaws open just a bit. With his other hand, he held his cock and lowered slowly until the tip of it touched my lips.

I moaned. He cursed.

“Open wide,” he ordered, and when I did, he thrust himself in my mouth all the way.

He’d been right to tell me to grab his legs for support—turns out I was going to need it. I was upside down, the back of myhead just off the edge of the bed, and he was thrusting inside me from above, so deep the tip of him pressed against my throat.

Goddess, I couldn’t breathe at all. Taland growled, stayed there for a moment, then moved back to give way to air so I didn’t fucking choke on his cock.

Not going to lie, it would have been a great way to go. But for now, he continued to fuck my mouth in that position, going low until I gagged, then pulling himself back up again while I held onto him for dear life.

He had one hand on his cock to guide it down, the other on my boobs, then lower, between my legs. He touched me, dug his fingers in my skin, played with my clit, then straightened up again.

A moment later, he slowed his rhythm and touched my neck.

“I can see my cock in your throat, baby,” he said, mesmerized, and though I couldn’t see shit from this position, I could imagine what it looked like just fine because I felt it.

I loved every second of it, as strange as that was because I couldn’t breathe more often than not. But pleasing him was what I lived for, so maybe that had something to do with it.

“Touch yourself,” Taland ordered, and I eagerly brought a hand down to my nipples to pinch them, then between my legs, while he leaned over almost all the way over me. In this position he moved in and out of my mouth with more ease, reached new depths down my throat, and he could see exactly how I was touching myself, too.

Fuck, just the thought of him watching my fingers disappearing inside me turned me on more. And while I touched myself, he held himself up with one hand, and with the other spread my legs farther apart. He watched me intently for a little while, whispering praise and growling when I went faster, before he flicked his tongue over my clit. I moaned louder with him in my mouth, and that drove him crazy.

He moved his hips faster, and licked my pussy harder, and I picked up the pace, too. He was in my mouth and I was in his, and I just knew that when the orgasm hit us, it was going to shake us to our core.

I was right.

The sparks came to life inside my head, too. Taland pressed his tongue on my clit, and I had my fingers all the way inside me, and came when he pulled his cock almost all the way out of my mouth slowly, leaving only the tip in. I loved to suck on it, and the feeling exploded inside me instantly when I did.

Taland came, too, while I was still floating in the sky with the clouds. His cum went down my throat, but most slipped out of my mouth and up the sides of my face, since my head was upside down. We didn’t stop moving for a little while, but when the feeling let go of me and I opened my eyes, the sparks were still there, brighter because the sky was darker outside.

When he took his cock out of my mouth, Taland laid me down on the bed, then cleaned his cum off my face with some wet wipes, while my eyes remained on his, on the colors of the sparks that reflected off them. So beautiful. So fucking beautiful it hurt to look at him.

“How’s your throat?” he said when he sat next to me on the bed.

“Sore,” I said honestly. “But happy.”

“Your throat is happy?”

I nodded. “The happiest throat in the world.”

Taland laughed. The sound of it had my toes curling, even when he left to go get us juice and water, and I was all alone in the room with the sparks. No way could I get up from the bed now, so I used my magic to pull those blinds closed all the way. Because even though the sun had almost set all the way, I wanted it to be completely dark in the room so I could see thesparks better. So that they were the only source of light around us.

Taland brought back snacks, too, not just juice and water. I leaned my head again his chest and got comfortable with a big goofy smile on my face while he fed me potato chips because I knew that we weren’t going to stop for a long time.

Chapter 20

Rosabel La Rouge

Night had fallen. We were still in bed, the room covered in sparks that never went out, having just showered to clean off the sweat and cum from our bodies.

We’d be back there within the hour again to do the same, guaranteed.

Right now, our eyes were half closed and I was lying on his chest, tracing the lines of the tallarose that graced his skin, breathing in the scent of him—so uniquely Taland.

When I fantasized running away with Taland before, it wasn’t like this at all. First, I thought those scenarios would remain a fantasy forever. Taland was in the Tomb and I had betrayed him, and even if he got out twenty years later he wasn’t going to want to see me at all—ifhe didn’t try to kill me first.

What had happened in reality, how he’d escaped, how I’d become Mud and had been shoved into the Iris Roe—those things had never even crossed my mind. Never, not for a second could my imagination come up with something so absurd, and it was so much better than I could have ever hoped.

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