Page 21 of The Heart of Midnight

With her bottom lip between her teeth, she pinches her clit and slides her fingers down to dip them inside, the sound of how soaked she is reaching my ears as she pumps them in.

What a stunning little creature she is. “Is that how you like it?” I ask, slipping one finger in with hers. “Do you like feeling full?”

Moaning, she nods feverishly. “I do. I’ve wanted to feel you inside me for so fucking long.”

“Then get up. Show me. Get on your knees for me, Avery.”

She hesitates, and I know it has nothing to do with her not wanting this, she just wants me to make her. Reaching out for her, I lift her off the bed with ease and plant her on her feet, staring into her lust-blown eyes as I put my palm on the top of her head and shove her down. The noise she releases is fucking sinful, and I get to watch her submit to me without having to peek through a mask. It’s breathtaking. “I haven’t sucked a cock in a veryverylong time,” she warns me, but I can see how eager she is for it.

She has no idea.

This is the only part of her I’ve never had. The last thing that separates her from being completely mine, whether she knows it or not.

“Take my belt off and wrap it around your neck.”

“Fuck,” she breathes, her fists tightening before she reaches out to do as told.

Watching her hands tremble as she slips my belt through the buckle and pulls it from my jeans makes me so hard I can hardly stand still, but it gets even better when she slowly loops it around her neck and fastens it again. I take the end in my hand and tug her forward so she faceplants against my cock and hold her there.

“Mine, Avery. You look so fucking good on your knees.”

She whimpers, nuzzling into my crotch as she inhales my scent hungrily. “Smell so good, Scar.”

Scar. It’s so fucking weird hearing her say my real name like that... it’s intoxicating. “Then push my jeans down and suck. Through the fabric first, pretty girl.”

Moaning, she gets them around my thighs then slides her tongue out, sending a shiver up my spine. Perfect, obedient Avery Valentine. As my boxer briefs dampen from her saliva and I feel the heat of her breath, I can’t stop myself. I tug her closerusing the belt and grab a handful of her hair. “Faster. Show me how desperate you are.”

“I want it,” she all but growls, sucking and squeezing my legs as she tries desperately to feel my skin through the fabric.

The anticipation as she moves nearly kills me. It gives me a thrill I haven’t felt in years — not with any rape, not with any kill. This is... different. “Take it out. You’re a good girl, Avery. Have it.”

She scrambles to get me free, her mouth salivating as she leans into my cock with a satisfied groan at the sight of me. “Mine.”

She sucks me in, eyes fluttering closed and shoulders relaxing like this is as good for her as it is for me, but it can’t be. Her mouth is so fucking hot and wet it has my thighs shaking before she even takes me halfway.

“Easy,” I whimper, tugging her head back a little. It’s been too many fucking years since I’ve had a woman’s mouth that I’m afraid I won’t last long. Not with her.

I can see she’s starved for it as her gaze locks with mine, and I watch her slowly lick at the tip like it’s a popsicle every few words. “What’s wrong, baby? How many times have you pictured this?”

“Too many,” I whisper, toes curling in my boots as I try to keep my head on straight. “It’s been... a long time.”

That makes my girl smile. “Then don’t hold back, Scarcello. Come for me and then come again and again. We’re only getting started.”

Feeling myself slide all the way into her throat is fucking surreal. I’m not massive by any means, but I’ve never had anyone take all of me like this. And the noises she’s making... fuck, she’s gonna get what she wants.

My balls tighten and I cross the line between being okay and not being able to stop. I wrap that belt around my hand to keepher face pressed against me and fuck that pretty mouth until I’m coming down her throat, making her take fucking all of it. “Swallow. Let me feel your throat close.”

She gulps me down with tears streaming down her face and a blatant need to please me written all over her body. It’s so similar to the way she looks at Midnight that I have to wonder if she’s like this with everyone, or if it’s just something about me she reacts to.

I’m not sure I care. If I have my way, she’ll never be with anyone else ever again.

“Get up, Avery. Now.”

She doesn’t wipe off her tears as she stands on wobbly legs, letting me see her in the messy state I’ve caused without any shame. “Feel what that did to me, Scar. Please.”

She takes my hand and leads it to her dripping pussy, and it doesn’t matter how much experience I have with it. I’ll never get over how hot, wet, and perfect it is.

My cock doesn’t even try to go down despite the orgasm. “You’re everything, baby. Come here.” I sweep her into another kiss I’ll never get enough of, chasing the taste of myself on her tongue to remind myself this is real.

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