Page 196 of Renard's Deliverance

“Then give it to me soft and slow,” she whispered. “But I’m not going to break. I’m tough. And I know I still have some bruises, but they don’t really hurt anymore.”

“You’re the strongest person I know,” he told her gruffly. “But that doesn’t mean you don’t deserve gentle and sweet.”

“Please, Renard. I need this. And you can be gentle and sweet.”

He sighed and studied her. “You’re sure?”

“Yes. I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

“Then come here.” He crooked a finger at her.

She walked to him and he gently slid his hand around the back of her head to hold her as he kissed her.

Sweet and slow.

Then, taking her hand, he helped her into bed before following her. She kneeled up so she could look him over. All he wore was a pair of black boxers.

“You are so gorgeous,” she told him.

“Lie down, baby,” he said attempting to sit.

But she put her hand on his back. “Let me. Please?” She knew she wouldn’t get long until he took over, but she needed to have her way for a short while. And she figured this might be the only time she got to be in charge.

“All right.” He eyed her suspiciously, though.

Slowly, she drew them his boxers down, staring at his thick, hard cock. “Hellooo, Daddy.”

“Gem,” he scolded.

But when she glanced up at him, his lips were twitching.

“You like it,” she said.

“I do. But not in public, yeah? Got a rep to uphold.”

Uh-huh. “You got it.” She didn’t want to ruin his rep.

She ran her hand over his cock. She wanted to do this. She wanted to take him into her mouth and battle back those old enemies.

“Gem? What is it?”

“I want to suck you, take you into my mouth.”

“All right,” he said hesitantly. “Are you sure? Is your head still sore?”

“It’s not sore anymore.”

Before he could say anything else, she leaned in and slid him straight into her mouth.

But her mind started to wander. It swam through the past and she zoned out completely. She was no longer in that room, with Renard. She was somewhere else, lost in her head.

A sharp pain sliced through her head, bringing her out of the memory and into the present.

She drew up, off Renard’s cock.

Renard. She was here with Renard.

He wouldn’t harm her. He wasn’t Stefan. She wasn’t there.

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