Page 131 of Broken Souls
“Now tell me to please lick your pussy.”
I glare at him in stubborn refusal. A slow smirk curls a corner of his lips as he glances down my body.
“I could be down on my knees right now with my tongue buried in your pussy. I could be humming on your clit” –he pulls on the pink collar around his neck– “completely there for you to use and command if you just say the words.”
My lips part with the visual he’s creating.
“You could be sitting on my face with my finger rimming your ass as I slide my tongue between your lips. Or maybe I’ll play with your nipples, rolling them between my fingers as I suck on your clit.”
A breath escapes.Fuck.
My eyes drop from the intensity of his stare, but now his hard cock is prominent in my line of sight. My blood rushes through my skull. My pussy aches for his touch. I try my best to keep resisting, but the words just fall out. “Get on your knees and lick me until I come.”
He groans. “As you wish.”
Dropping to his knees, he grabs my thighs. Yanking me off the bed, he twists onto his back and hauls me onto his face, forcing me down all the way. His tongue flicks up and down the outside of my pussy. A leisurely action with no desire to go inside. No rush. No ditching of the foreplay to get to the good stuff. He takes his time building me up, and I dig my nails into the sheets to try not to make a noise. He likes it when I moan, but I’m still mad at him right now. I’m using him, not forgiving him.
Especially since it’s only been a week since he fucked another woman in this very house.
The entirety of my body stiffens. I start to imagine him doing this to her.
Does he know what she tastes like? Is he comparing me to her?
“Stop thinking, Micha,” he growls.
The fact that he’s tuned into me enough to realize I’m too tense calms me down a little. The fact he used my name helps even more. I try to trust he’s with me, that he only fucked her because he had to for the blood bond, but all I keep thinking about is how she sounds when she comes. I don’t know the answer to that.
But he does.
Fucking hel. I can’t do this.
“Micha,” he growls as he lifts me up so he can speak. I try to climb the rest of the way off him, but he grabs my hip with one hand and pushes two fingers inside me with the other. He curls them back and forth, setting my nerves alight with unwanted need. I grab his wrist, but I don’t try to push him away. Part of me is desperate for this. To regain the connection we’ve lost. To pretend, even for a moment, that we’re not broken past the point of fixing.
“Let me take care of you, baby.”
I stiffen at his use of a nickname.
“I can feel how tense you are. Just look into my eyes and let me make you feel good.”
I tremble at the idea of him wanting to look at me, toseeme rather than imagine her. My eyes dart down to his, and I suck in a breath at how focused his gaze is. On me. There’s not a flicker of distraction.
“Good girl. You keep your eyes on me just like that, Micha.”
I relax a bit more at the sound of my name.
“That’s it, baby.”
I stiffen again.
“That’s it, Micha,” he corrects, catching on, picking up on the pain I don’t say. And my heart squeezes tight with the knowledge that he really is here with me. He isn’t thinking about anyone else.
“Gods, you’re so fucking beautiful, Micha,” he murmurs, keeping his eyes on my face. “I love the way you smell.” He inhales deeply, and the hunger on his face intensifies. “Now I’m going to lick you until you come. But you keep your eyes on me. Let me see that beautiful face.”
My throat closes with a barrage of emotions as he starts to lick me again. His tongue slides between my lips, lapping me slowly before settling on my clit and swirling. I groan as I dig my fingers into his hair. My breathing turns heavy, and my eyes grow half-hooded as he starts to hum, but his gaze never wavers. His attention stays on me. Whenever I tense, my jealousy and doubt hounding me, he massages my ass, urging me to relax. As soon as I do, he hums his approval and his eyes light up like I’m the most beautiful thing in the whole world.
He builds me up to the edge of orgasm over and over and over again, but every time I get close, I start to think aboutherand how he madeherfeel like this.
His fingers knead my ass for the umpteenth time as I stiffen, but this time, the bond between us expands. It’s been getting weaker as the day’s gone on, the blood we shared last week running out. But now it’s opening like a damn, and all his love and devotion and arousal comes flooding into me.
