Page 37 of Devour the Dark

I let my tongue trail down the sensitive flesh beneath Wendy’s ear and she wriggles in my grip. “Whatever I’m capable of, you will have it. That’s my promise.”

With her fingers threaded through my hair, she pulls my mouth back up to hers and kisses me. Her tongue is warm and soft and I sink into her.

“I’m not drunk.Enough,” she adds between gasps. “Fuck me.”

Legs wrapped around my hips, I turn her away from the wall and carry her to the bed, dropping her onto the mattress. The bed bounces. Wendy fights with the button on her trousers as I yank off her boots, then grip the pants by the cuffs.

I yank them from her legs and toss them aside.

She rocks up on her knees and takes a fistful of my shirt, tearing upward, pulling it over my head.

When my chest is bare, she runs her hands down my pecs, then my abs, her wet lips trailing behind the caress of her fingers.

I hang my head back and breathe out, eyes closed.

Her touch is soft but electric. The touch of a feather and a lightning bolt.

My stomach tightens, and the pressure sinks to my cock.

I want to descend into the feel of her.

Her mouth grazes over my crotch where I strain against the material.

I straighten and look down, meeting her doe eyes.

She isn’t innocent. She never was. I think someone once told her she needed to be, that to be a lady, she must be chaste and innocent. But there isn’t an innocent bone in Wendy Darling’s body. The sooner she learns that, the sooner she will be free.

I undo the latch on my belt and yank it from the belt loops with a yank, the leather snapping.

She undoes the button, the zipper, then frees me.

“Fuck,” I hiss out.

She strokes me from base to tip, then sits forward on her knees, circling me with the soft pad of her tongue.

I won’t last. I won’t fucking last.

Hand buried in her hair, I guide her over the length of my cock. She moans against me, the hum sending shockwaves through my gut.

Maybe this is love. Maybe love is the same as worship.

We could all learn a thing or two on our knees.

When precum leaks from my dick, Wendy pulls back and swipes the tip of her tongue over it.

She may be the one in a position of supplication, but she holds the power over me. She always did.

She’s worried I don’t want her, not as much as the Captain, but I can’t imagine being anywhere else.

I would cross not one ocean but a realm for her.

I coax her around to all fours and cover her backside with my body. My cock presses into her damp panties and she moans beneath me.

“Get up to the headboard,” I order and she crawls up the length of the bed, placing her hands on the carved spindles.

I can smell her desire permeating the air.

With her back bent, I slip my hand up between her thighs, then around the seam of her panties to her soaking wet cunt.

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