Page 53 of All Hallows Trick

I couldn’t help my lips curving into a smile.

“Cat, please, faster.”

I slowed even further. His groan this time was fifty percent whine, his other hand reaching for my hair in a clear attempt to take over my pace. I caught it before he could, locking our fingers tight and keeping them on his thigh. His head thrashed, nostrils flaring.

“Please,”he begged when I drew off him, kissing the head of his cock. One look at his face and I knew every trouble and worry he’d ever had was nowhere even remotely near his head. I’d guess his head was as empty as he made mine when he tortured me. I brought his hand to my lips to kiss his knuckles.

“Do you have any idea how much I love you?” I asked, stroking him in my other hand, my clit throbbing at how swollen and needy he was in my palm.

“If you loved me, you’d stop teasing me,” he gasped, his torso beautifully stretched and taut as he threw his head back.

“I’ll remember that the next time you tease me,” I said with a laugh, squeezing the base of his cock, delighted by the deep, throaty grunt it earned me.

I loved this more than I ever thought I would, loved being on my knees in a position of vulnerability but with Miz atmymercy.

I let go of his hand, smiling at the way it instantly flew to my hair, tangling in the strands as I sucked him properly, bobbing my head up and down. I expected his hands to tighten, for him to take control, but he just held onto my hair as if to anchor himself. I moved faster, twisting with my hands, a giddy thrill in my belly when his hips bucked, a breathless moan leaving my husband.

“If you let me come, I promise never to torment you again,” he blurted, his breaths quickening, his grip becoming frantic on my hair.

I didn’t believe him for a second, but I looked forward to reminding him of that promise. Relaxing my mouth, I took his cock as deep as I could, and it only took one suck to completely unravel him.

Misery’s breathy cry was sweeter than any music, the way his body arched more beautiful than any dance. I didn’t stop until he stilled in my mouth, swallowing around his cock, the salty taste of his cum a smug victory. I made him lose control, made my oh-so-dominant husband beg and plead and writhe.

“Goddamn,” he said on an exhale, his body melting into the sofa, his hands stroking over the back of my head and down my neck. “You are literal perfection. Get up here and kiss me.”

The fact he wanted a kiss when I had the taste of him in my mouth gave me a dark thrill. I wasted no time tucking his cock away and settling back on his lap. His arms wrapped around me in an instant, hands feathering across my back as my lipsbrushed his. Not satisfied, he kissed me harder, catching my bottom lip in his teeth to part my lips, immediately deepening the kiss and—

My stomach gurgled, my body sabotaging the moment. Miz laughed huskily, feathering a softer kiss across my mouth.

“Come on, I’ll make you something.”

“Jesus,” I blurted, and laughed at the sour expression he gave me.

“I’m a perfectly suitable cook, Cat, I don’t know why you’re laughing.”

“I was just thinking about the Sausage Incident.”

The cocky smirk that crossed his face made my heart flutter. “Which one? I can think of many times I’ve given you my saus—”

I grabbed a pillow and whacked his head. “Don’t finish that joke, Misery, you’re better than that.”

“You’re right.” He groaned. “Tor’s finally corrupted me. I’ve lost all decorum. I should have known this would happen.”

I laughed, crawling off him so he could stand, smiling as he caught my hands and pulled me to my feet. The expression froze on my face when he inhaled sharply, bowing at the waist.

“I’m fine,” he rushed out before I could even ask.

I grabbed his arms, cold prickling the back of my neck in warning. “It’s getting worse.”

“It isn’t. It’ll pass like all the other times.”

I shook my head, helping Miz back to the sofa, crouching in front of him with my hands on his knees so I could look into his face. Pain pinched his pale brow, tightened his mouth until his skin pulled tight over his cheekbones. Those gold eyes I loved so much could do nothing to hide how much he hurt—or how afraid he was.

It was that fear that made me choke back everything I wanted to say. I just leaned up to kiss him, a quick, reassuring press of lips.

“You’re right,” I agreed gently. “It’ll pass.”

Your husband is dying, but I can save him.

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