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Once I’m restrained, he eats me out, laps at me, driving me mad with his tongue and the beard that scrapes all the places I need it to scrape.
“I’m close,” I tell him at the same time as he prowls over my body. He keeps his weight off by propping himself up on his elbows. Endo’s gaze softens, and he maintains eye contact on purpose. I can hold his gaze because it’s not hard or forcing me to surrender. It’s…private, open, as if Endo’s giving up a part of himself to me.
“I’m afraid,” he says, “that what we do today won’t be enough for me.”
I swallow but say nothing in case he wants to talk more.
Slightly, he shifts his position, and the tip of his cock plugs my entrance.
“I’m afraid that because I can’t stop myself from wanting you, my brother will die.”
Endo doesn’t push in, but I don’t lift my hips either. I don’t move at all. I hold my breath in case my breathing is the thing that reminds him he’s a man who guards not only his people and property, but himself as well.
He guards himself fiercely. It’s what’s gotten him this far in life.
Something is happening between us, and I’m terrified of it. I’m just as scared as he is, but for different reasons. I’m terrified I’ll never forget him.
“I’m afraid that I don’t give a fuck if he dies, as long as I can have you.” Endo shoves himself inside me.
Sharply, I inhale the breath I held and wince when he seats himself to the hilt.
Endo remains deep inside. “You’ll get used to it.” He kisses me on the mouth, coaxing my lips to part while his eyes close. He’s letting go. Letting himself enjoy this vulnerable moment with me.
I part my lips and meet his tongue with mine. We make out like lovers. Our kiss is not rushed or slow. It’s not too rough or soft. It’s just right, just perfect for me. I imagined Endo would consume me when he took me. I think I got that right.
Inside me, Endo moves. His girth stretches my walls. The pain is sharp, and I whimper. Endo groans, grabbing the headboard on the sides. I touch his arms, running my palms over his muscles, which are taut. Goose bumps rise over his skin.
Endo pulls back and reenters slowly, moves in and out.
“Why are you so tight?” he asks. I’m pretty sure the question slipped as his control is slipping. He kisses my neck, nibbles my ear, making my skin sparkle with delight and arousal. Every place he touches heats up. My body is on fire, my heart is full and happy, my chest light and relieved.
“You were wrong when you said I needed dick.”
“Is that so?” Endo pauses, eyes narrowed.
“Mmhm. I needed you.”
Endo sucks in a breath and tucks his hands under my shoulders. He holds my body while moving inside me, biting my neck, sucking my skin. When he reaches between us and fingers my clit, I come apart almost instantly.
He continues fucking me. Faster. Rougher. More primal. I hold on to his body and close my eyes, surrendering to him. My mind clears, my body relaxes.
“That’s a good girl,” he says. “Let me have you.”
“Okay,” I tell him.
Endo comes inside me.
Chapter 42
Why did you bite me?
Scarlett
Bite marks and hickeys mar the skin on my neck. In the bathroom, I examine them while Endo gets dressed in the bedroom.
“I can’t go out like this.”
Endo pokes his head inside. “What was that?”
