Page 95 of The Vigilant
I growled and framed her face with my hands so there was no questioning what I was about to say.
“What I want is to resurrect that piece of shit so I can kill him again,” I told her, watching the relief that seeped into her gaze.
How fucking long had she believed that what she’d done—what she’dwantedto do—had made her a villain. A criminal.Unworthy.
“But since my skills stop at necromancy, instead, I’ll settle for punishing your little clit.”
Her eyes went wide. “For what?” she gaped. “Killing him?”
“For thinking there was anything you could ever say or do that would make me not want to take care of you.”
Air whooshed from her lips. She was so shocked by my answer, she didn’t have time to stop the tears that glazed over her eyes.
“Tynan—” She broke off with a gasp as my fingers delved into her pussy.
“Tomorrow, you’re going to have a different kind of pain when you sit, little wasp,” I said, stroking her methodically and hearing her breath catch over and over again. “I’m going to make you come so many times, your clit will be so swollen and sensitive that every brush, every pressure, hell, even the air on your bare cunt will make you wince, and remember to nevereverquestion how I will fucking care for you ever again.”
Whatever she was going to say turned into a garbled cry as I covered her sex with my mouth again and showed her no mercy.
My tongue lashed over her clit, my fingers thrusting inside her. She was drenched. Her pussy, like the rest of her, just begging to be taken care of.
“Please, Daddy…please…” she begged, clutching my head to her and holding on for dear life.
My cock throbbed so fucking hard to be inside her, to be feeling the warm clutch of her tight, desperate cunt rippling on my length. But even though it might’ve shortened my lifespan todo it, I held myself back. Hell, even if I never got another chance to be inside her, I wouldn’t trade it for this moment.
I wouldn’t trade fucking her for the chance to know her—all of her—and show her just how fucking worthy she was.
I could feel the difference in her. I could feel the conscious and unconscious ways her body was no longer reserved—no longer hesitant to give over to me. The way her limbs turned to putty around me and the way she didn’t restrain her cries. She let me carry her to the crest of release on the tide of my tongue.
“Who takes care of you?” I said, my voice so low it was nothing more than a rumble.
“You,” she gasped, grinding against my mouth, desperate for me to bring her over the peak.
“Who?” I growled and took her clit between my teeth, closing my bite tighter and tighter until she detonated. Until she screamed.
“Daddy!”
She came the first time bucking and thrashing against my mouth, her cries turning into pants and then pants into whimpers, and whimpers into cries. But I didn’t let her come down. Not fully.
After her first orgasm, the next ones came easier. Quicker. Like she couldn’t give them to me fast enough now that she knew she was safe with me.
I lost count of how many times she soaked my tongue with her sweetness and only stopped when that last release brought her to the point of soul-quaking sobs. When I finally broke through the last of her armor and found the woman who’d never been given the chance to be vulnerable—who’d never had someone she could completely trust before.
“I’ve got you,” I murmured, drawing myself up and gathering her into my arms.
She was so fragile. So dangerous.So mine.
I shuddered at the thought, refusing to allow myself to linger on it because I knew it would eventually lead to the consequences I wanted to pretend didn’t exist for right now.
“I will always take care of you,” I promised, brushing the hair back where it stuck to her tear-stained face and pressing my lips to her forehead.
I held her like that and slowly rocked us on the edge of the bed until she finally settled. Carefully, I lifted her and then tucked her into my bed, my chest squeezing when she reached for me.
“Tynan,” she said groggily.
“Sleep. I’ll be back in the morning.” I couldn’t stay; my dick wouldn’t survive the night beside her.
Sutton whimpered in protest, but her eyes were already shut, her body succumbing to the demands of sleep.
