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“I understand,” he softly replied and popped my lip back out with his thumb. “Is that all you wanted to speak to him about?”
I stayed quiet for a moment. “No,” I finally answered while averting my gaze. “He offered to share a few stories about my aunt.”
“And her death was much harder for you than you’ve previously let on?” He pinned me with a knowing stare.
“Yes,” I whispered.
He squeezed me closer and laid a kiss on my forehead. “I want you to know that you can always talk to me. Even if I’m the reason you’re upset or you think I’ll get sick of hearing about it. I’ll be here for you, regardless.”
“Thank you.” I wiped away a single tear and smiled. “How did you find me at the church, anyway?”
“Belzar ratted you out.” He held my gaze with a dead-serious expression and then laughed.
I joined in on his laughter, thinking he must have seen Belzar tied up in front of the building. My fingertips trailed along the black, veiny design of his strange tattoo as my giggles died down. The skin was rough and raised, as if whoever had inked him had gone way too deep and botched the job. For a brief moment, I thought I felt it pulse beneath my touch. Then I blinked in confusion. I could have sworn it looked bigger. My eyes blinked, noticing how the veins were creeping over a ghastly skull with horns and fangs—horns that looked just like the ones he had in my dreams. I had thought the veins stopped just above that particular tattoo, but I could have been wrong.
“This is such a unique tattoo,” I softly mentioned. “Did you recently add to it?”
His body stiffened, and then he glanced down at his shoulder. “I’m surprised you noticed. And thank you. I don’t recommend getting one like this, though.” He let out a humorless chuckle.
“Then why did you get—”
He cut off my words with a sudden kiss and then pulled away to look into my eyes. “Come on, let’s go to bed.”
He helped me up onto my wobbly legs, then we went back down to the bedroom. Ashton tucked me into the bed and then climbed in on the other side. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me close to him with a smile. I snuggled a little closer, loving the feeling of his body against mine.
“Gwendolyn,” he whispered.
“Yes, Ashton?” I whispered back.
“I’m glad that you’re mine.” He tenderly caressed my back.
“Me too,” I replied with a smile.
I pulled the chrysanthemum out from behind my ear and brought it to my nose to inhale its sweet fragrance. I held it against my heart, and Ashton held me against his. My eyes closed, and I soon drifted off into a peaceful sleep, cradled in his warm, strong embrace.
18. Snake in the Grass
I rested upon the bed, under the velvety cloak of night, until the darkness resigned and a pale blue glow bled through the windows. A halo of brilliant gold slowly arose over the eastern mountains, and songbirds began to sing their morning cadence. My eyes glowed with admiration and lust at the dainty little buttercup curled into my side. I delicately combed my claws through her soft, wavy locks and purred in delight.
The dawn had finally arrived, which meant I could awaken my precious inamorata from her slumbering trance. My claws retracted and my eyes dimmed as I glided my hands over her soft, pale breasts. Her little pink nipples peeked out, rapacious for my touch. I shifted my weight, keeping one arm beneath her, and sucked tenderly on her needy bosom. My free hand trailed down the wintry valley of her stomach and dipped into the warm crevice between her snow-white thighs. I grinned with her tit still in my mouth when her breathing changed from calm and even to heavy and sporadic.
My Buttercup is awake.
“Ashton—oh, oh my, Ashton.”Her fingers wove their way through my hair, dragging her nails across my scalp as her sleepy eyes opened.
I lazily glanced up at her. “Good morning, Buttercup.” Then my head dove right back down as I continued to greedily lay open-mouthed kisses and licks on her succulent breasts.
My fingers rhythmically danced around in her silky pool of arousal, causing a cadence more lovely than that of the birds to pour from her lips. She began to tense and tremble beneath me, her inner walls clenching around my hand. Then, her warm pleasure spilled out with an erotic cry. I removed my fingers and licked every drop of her sweet juices from them, but I wasn’t satisfied.I wanted more.
I rolled over onto my back and tugged on her arm. “Come, sit on my face.” My voice was deeper than usual and raw with lust.
“Huh?” She was still in a sleepy, lust-filled daze.
With an impatient growl, I flipped her around and pulled her hips up to straddle my face. I inwardly chuckled at her cute little“Oh gosh... oh, I’m really awake now...”ramblings. My hand pressed her body down over the length of my torso until her face was just inches away from my throbbing erection. I took in the sight of her beautiful, glistening pussy, and then crashed my lips onto her nether ones. My tongue ran up her slit and circled back down to her rosebud. She shivered, and a breathy moan escaped her.
I sucked in a sharp breath when I felt her soft, small hand wrap around the base of my cock. Her sweet lips enveloped the tip in hot, silky pleasure and then glided down the length of it. I growled and buried my face back into her weeping cunt, feasting like a starving man as her mouth bobbed over my erection. She moaned, sending blissful vibrations throughout me. It felt so good that my eyes glowed, and my fangs poked out.
My head tilted back in a weak attempt to regain my composure. I couldn’t risk her seeing any part of my true form. At least not until she was in love with me. She gently cupped my balls, causing my clawed hands to jerk up and grip her butt. Although I was careful not to let her feel their pricks.
