Page 75 of Scavenger's Oath
I lower her back onto the mattress slowly, still scared of accidentally crushing her. Ignoring the roar of my monstrous side that wants to shove her down and trap her beneath me by any means necessary.
Shutting that thought down, I continue gently. Too rough and I could hurt her. I don’t want to scare her. She’ll never let me touch her again.
My hand strokes along the edge of her jaw. “Tell me if you want me to stop.” I whisper, breathless.
“I won't,” she breathes. “Not with you.”
Ego growing ten feet tall, I kiss across her jaw, down her throat, hands finding the buttons of her shirt and popping them open. My mouth kisses slow trails over her breasts, licking and sucking her nipples as I pass.
Her skin is warm, flushed. Soft. Her chest rises and falls faster as I make my way down her stomach, watching as goosebumps rise in the wake of my lips.
My fingers find the last button of her shirt, and I pause to look up at her one last time. There's no fear. Onlytrust.
Reverently, I pop it open and let the shirt fall away, exposing her bare pussy. I suck in a breath through my nose and try to steel myself when I see how wet she is.
She shivers as my mouth finds her ribs, then lower. Wrapping my arms around her thighs, I hold them open and settle between them like I'm kneeling at an altar. This isn’t about me. It’s about giving her back what they tried to take away—choice.
Ivy gasps when I kiss above her clit, her hips lifting instinctively. So I hold her steady, tightening my grip on one thigh while my other arm shifts to pin her hips.
I have to be gentle. I can’t hurt her.
But I can’t deny the way my cock has grown from pinningher down, forcing her still.
Trying to slow myself down, my tongue drags across the sensitive bud. Leisurely licking and tasting her beautiful pussy. Learning every gasp, every soft whimper. Every moan as I eat like she’s my first and last meal.
I memorise every place that makes her fall apart. Every reaction I get from her.
She's the most sacred thing I've ever touched, and I make sure she knows it with every stroke of my tongue. And when she comes, it won’t be stolen from her. It'll begiven.
Unable to resist, I dip my tongue into her entrance. Her flavour makes my vision blur. Desperate for more of her, my thumb finds her clit and circles slowly while I gyrate my tongue inside her.
Her body trembles, hands gripping my hair. The sounds she’s making are so pure it brings me to my knees.
Driven by my insatiable desire to see her fall apart, I close my mouth around her clit. Flicking my tongue and sucking gently, my fingers tease her entrance.
As her moans grow louder, a sick part of me wants the boys to hear, to know thatshe chose me.
Slamming my two fingers in roughly, she cries out, pussy tightening around them immediately.
Her cry hits me like a whip.
So I go deeper, harder.
I want to hear it again. That sharp little squeal of pain tangled in pleasure.
Her fingers tighten in my hair, and she whimpers, squirming a little.
Goddamn, she’s so tight. That voice in my head screams for me to ruin her. Mark her. Tie her down, grab that bottle on the table and make her scream with it. Show her that she crawledinto the lap of a monster.
Smothering that voice, I clamp it down like I’ve done for years. But it’s always there.
A haze falls from my focus, and I blink to find my teeth sunk into her thigh.
Unlatching my jaw, my stomach twists.
Fuck. No. No, no, no.
I freeze, shame crashing over me like icy water.
