Page 82 of Emergence and Ascendance

She moaned.

“Open.”

When her lips parted, I pushed inside slowly, watching her mouth stretch wider and her tongue sliding beneath me as I pushed in deeper.

Fuck.

The way her lips expanded and strained was so damn beautiful. I gripped the back of her head and rocked my hips forward to start slowly fucking her mouth. Inch by inch I drove in and pulled back with her lips sealed around me and her cheeks hollowed from the way she sucked harder. Her eyes stayed on mine while I delivered steady thrusts.

“Such a good girl. Taking all of me and giving me your throat.”

She moaned again and the vibration made me drive into her with more force. I fisted her hair and thrust my dick harder.Her hands clenched but she took all of me and didn’t pull away. I fucked her mouth in steady, rough strokes, watching the way her eyes watered and her mouth contracted around me. Her lips stretched tightly while drool slipped down her chin.

Fuck, she was beautiful.

Perfect.

Mine.

I grunted and released a ragged breath with my dick pulsing harder. I was so fucking close. I slowed just enough to grip her jaw.

“You ready to swallow?”

She moaned yes on my dick and nodded and that shit sent me over the edge. I thrust deep one last time and held her in place as my release hit me hard and shot down her throat. She swallowed every drop, and when I eased back, her eyes fluttered and she pushed her tongue across her swollen lips and fucking smiled. I brushed my thumb along her jaw and smirked in appreciation. “That’s my girl.”

fifteen

Scotlyn.

My arms barely worked by the time he unbuckled the cuffs. Christian released my wrists carefully, like if he moved too fast I would break. My body was dead weight because my muscles were useless. He caught me without hesitation and his hands were soothing—one cradling the back of my head, the other wrapped around my thighs.

I was lifted with little effort and I sank into his chest with my cheek pressed against him. My mind locked onto the steady rhythm of his heartbeat and the warmth of his body against me.

I was exhausted and drained emotionally, physically, and damn sure orgasmically. I was also confused about what the hell I was doing. I’d begged to suck his dick and wanted it. There was nothing about that moment that felt off or forced. I just really wanted to please Christian, desperate to feel the weight of his dick on my tongue, stretching my mouth and pushing down my throat.

He carried me across the room, balancing me with one arm until I heard the shower. He walked us to the corner and the steam started rising before he even sat down, pulling me into his lap. The hot spray moved over my body, soothing my muscles, helping them relax. I barely had the energy to holdmy head up, so I dropped it against his shoulder and sighed as my muscles loosened. After a few minutes I felt the spray move over my thighs and between them, realizing he was using the handheld sprayer with one hand while he massaged my skin with the other. The scent of something citrusy danced around me, calming me even more.

“I can do this,” I mumbled and he kissed my forehead.

“I know you can but this is my job right now.”

The way he touched me felt intimate and personal but very different from what I just experienced. This was…

Care.

He was so gentle now, and present. Every time his soapy fingers moved over my skin, he planted soft kisses to my forehead, neck, and shoulder. This man—who had just devoured my pussy, blazed my skin with a flogger, and fucked me hard with his fingers—was treating me like I was precious and delicate. All of a sudden I got overly emotional and tensed up, not understanding what the hell was wrong with me.

“Relax, Scot. Let your body come down.”

He moved the sprayer down my back, over my hips and my calves, before he positioned it between my legs and gently rubbed me with his fingers. After he was done, he did the same for himself but still managed to hold me close. The water glided over both of our bodies, washing away what we had just done.

He dried me with the same care and focus, letting his hands move over my body with a soft towel gently rubbing and drying my skin before he lifted me again and carried me to the bed after, laying me on the soft, black sheets. He disappeared and returned a few minutes later, climbing in behind me, pulling the comforter over us both. His arm draped across my waist and my back was pressed to his chest while his lips grazed my temple.

“You okay?” he murmured.

I nodded. “Mmhmm.”

“Anything you want to talk about?”

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