Page 12 of Degradation

Holding his gaze, I slowly nodded.

He removed my clothes in seconds. Laying bare underneath him, I watched him dip his head and kiss a trail down my neck and torso. At the V of my legs, he inhaled deeply and made a growling sound.

“Open for me,” he said, not attempting to move my limbs.

The last time he’d tasted me, I’d been unable to move and dependent on their attention to break the spell. I felt his desperate need for me to participate, to show him how much I wanted him to touch me.

Pulse thundering, I slowly parted my legs.

“More,” he rasped, his gaze fixated on what he wanted to taste. He didn’t stop prompting me for more until I could go no further.

“You are lovely, Trouble. I will never tire of looking at you.” The flat of his tongue swept over me, and I sighed my approval. “Or tasting you.”

The second stroke had my eyes rolling back in my head.

“I want your hands on my head,” he said as he swirled his tongue around me. “Show me what you want.”

He teased me, avoiding where I wanted him to focus until I forced him there. I was close to finding my release when he suddenly rolled us. His hands on my torso lifted me so I didn’t fall as I straddled his face.

The disconcerting position brought me back from the edge.

“Edmund, I don’t?—”

“You have more control this way, Trouble. Take what you need.” His tongue flicked over my nub then trailed lower to my opening, which he’d been avoiding. The tip of his nose brushed alongside that sensitive bundle of nerves as he tongued my entrance, never quite breaching it.

My desperation to feel him there slowly consumed me until I could think of little else.

“Edmund. Please.”

“Please what?”

“I need you in me.”

He lifted me and settled me over his hips.

“Then take me.”

His hand captured the back of my head, and he drew me down for a kiss. I tasted myself. It felt wrong and right at the same time as he coaxed me to settle my weight along his hard length. I rocked against him several times, letting the pleasure grow before bracing my palms on his chest and lifting myself.

“Help me.”

He reached between us and positioned himself at my opening.

“You decide the pace, Trouble. Bed me as you wish.”

His words teased my need for him. Desperate to feel him fill me, I slowly sank down. He stretched me, but not unpleasantly so. His intrusion eased the ache instead of adding to it, and I sighed in satiation. When I couldn’t sink any further, he lifted me and let me slide down onto him again. And again. Until our hips met.

His hands stroked over my sides and fondled my breasts, tweaking my nipples until any lingering ache eased.

“Are you ready for more, Trouble?”

I nodded, and he growled as he rolled us again. Underneath him, I lost myself to his slow and steady rhythm as my pleasure climbed and then shattered. Outside, a few curses echoed my low wail. Then Edmund drove deep inside of me and stilled. His release bathed my insides and triggered secondary spasms of pleasure.

Rolling to the side but not withdrawing, he held me as our breathing returned to normal. I felt his spent member slowly leave me and the wash of his release on my thigh.

“I could spend every day for the rest of my life with you just like this,” he said, brushing the hair from my sweaty brow and kissing it.

“I would never walk again,” I said.

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