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I do.
I grab his hips, falling into rhythm with his franticthrusting. Spit trails from my mouth, and my eyes water. He’s too big, too much—and I can’t get enough.
“Holy fucking hells,” he says. He curses, dropping his head back as he unloads into my mouth.
I swallow every drop, and when I’m done, he wipes the tears from my face.
“That was…” he trails off. “You’re perfect, Grace.”
I sit back on my heels, dabbing the corners of my mouth. Satisfaction hums through my chest, building me up until I feel nothing but pride.
“Tell me I was a good girl,” I say. When he lifts a surprised eyebrow, I continue. “I’ve got a praise kink. I want you to be rough. Take what you want, and then tell me I did a good job.”
“Praise kink,” he repeats. His gaze darkens, mouth ticking into a smirk, but there’s nothing mocking about his expression. “Is that a human thing?”
“I don’t know. I guess,” I say. “I just…I like when guys tell me I was good for them.”
“Only me,” he says sharply. He presses his thumb against my lips, until I open for him. “You’re a good girl for me. All right? No one else.”
“Only you,” I repeat. I close my lips around his thumb, sucking softly. My center aches, and I shift on my heels, seeking relief.
“Good girl,” he says. The words tumble easily from his lips, and he tightens his fingers around my chin. “My only girl.”
Now, I’m the one surprised. I didn’t expect him to say those words, let alone this quickly.
“I’m going to fuck this mouth for the rest of my life,” he says. “Understand?”
I pull back, letting his thumb fall out of my mouth.
“The rest of your life is a very long time,” I say carefully.
I try to control the fluttering warmth in my stomach, but I’m afraid it’s too late. I’ve stood on the edge of this cliff for too long, and now that I’ve jumped, there’s no going back.
“Yes,” he agrees. He cups my jaw again, applying pressure until I open my mouth. He feeds his rapidly hardening cock between my lips. “Now be a good girl and swallow.”
22
SAY THE WORD
GRACE
On the night of the full moon, Sebastian and I walk to the auditorium, side by side. I’m a nervous, fidgeting mess. My fingers bounce against my thighs and I keep wetting my lips, only for them to immediately turn to dust. My mouth is so dry it hurts to swallow.
Sebastian wears a carefully blank expression. We spent the entire day, isolated in his bedroom. He’d wanted to spend the time practicing my magic, but he didn’t protest when I turned him down. He laid in bed beside me, toying with my hair, while I binge-watched my favorite movies and he memorized every line of Cora’s planned ritual.
I’d done my best to block out tonight, but now, it’s impossible to ignore. After this, the curse will either be broken or it won’t. I will either be free or…
Sebastian stops just beyond the auditorium. The doors are open, exposing the layout we saw days ago. I can spot a few members of the inner circle, and Cora flits between the different artifacts, adjusting them on their stands. In lessthan an hour, the moon will be at its highest, and I’ll be placing my literal life in Sebastian’s hands.
Somehow, I know I can trust him with it.
“You don’t have to do this,” he says softly.
I startle, turning to look at him. His green eyes are already on me, and an undeniable panic swims within them.
“What?” I ask. My stomach lurches at the words I was sure I’d never hear. The words I’ve been desperate to hear since arriving. No matter how hard I look, I can’t find anything but pure sincerity in his gaze.
“Say the word, Grace,” he says. “We won’t do it. I’ll buy us more time. I’ll find another way?—”
