Page 42 of Scarred Bride

Anticipation creates knots in my core. My pussy throbs with desire. I know exactly what he’s thinking, and I’m panting for it.

Slowly, he edges my panties down my hips. He helps me step out of them. Looking up into my eyes, he plants his hands on my thighs and guides my legs apart. His thumbs skim over my inner thighs. When he strokes my pussy lips, I shake with desire.

“Heath!”

He parts my outer lips. His hot breath washes over my wet, throbbing flesh as he leans in and traps my pussy under his mouth.

I cry out, dropping my head forward, watching him love me with his lips and tongue. Those blue eyes slay me. His mouth takes me to another universe.

One where only we live—he and I. He took me to this place after that horrible day of the attack at Patrick’s house. He didn’t make me forget, but he showed me how his love can lift me up and keep me going.

I ride his tongue, grinding my hips, seeking more and more of that slippery glide over my clit. He sucks it and slips two fingers inside me. I plant my legs wider, giving him total access.

My pussy throbs around him, pulling his fingers deeper. Later, after this meal we are to share with family and friends, that will be his cock in my pussy. Then it will be my turn to return this love he’s showing me.

As he rubs his fingertips on my G-spot, I’m helpless. Spiraling out of control toward my ecstasy, my end.

I cry out his name and twitch my hips as he pulls the contractions from me.

His stare is riveted on my face. Our eyes meet.

Slowly, he withdraws his tongue from my folds. I shudder and grip his shoulders to stay on my feet. When he pulls his fingers free and sucks my juices off them, I know I’m in for a long life of loving this man and some amazing bedroom play is in our future.

This has only begun.

“Heath…”

He slips to his feet and cups my chin. “Yeah, babe?”

“Take me back to the cabin. I want to be alone with you—just us. We need that, don’t you think?”

His lips tilt up in that bad-boy smile that tells me he’s got some plans in store for me.

“To the cabin, my beautiful queen. But right now, we have some loose ends to tie up downstairs. You’re going to be a Connolly—it’s time you start learning how to behave like one.”

Heath

Driving always soothes the beast inside me. The one that clamors for blood and pain. Right now, that beast is out for Sergei, for what he’s done to Serenity.

All in good time, I remind myself. Things unfold as they’re meant to. We make our own fate, but I’ve come to learn that life plays out as it’s meant to.

Including Serenity. I could have fought to get her back in my life years ago, but we weren’t ready then. My family held its grudge too close to the heart to forgive the Hunts and accept.

She sleeps in the seat next to me, her beautiful face calm with peace—at last.

It’s killed me seeing her like this over the past few days. When she suggested coming to the cabin, I was more than eager to grant her wishes. As far as I’m concerned, the cabin is our safe haven.

We found each other again here. There’s a lot more to discover, starting with how loud she can scream my name when I make her come over and over again.

I feel this retreat is the calm before the storm that’s coming. My brothers are already back home preparing for it. Keeping their ears tight to the ground, listening for Sergei’s next move.

Our father is doing the same, holding meetings at his favorite diner and speaking in code to every person who matters in our city. We haven’t survived this game for so long without being savvy, brutal and lethal too. Those who dare to cross a Connolly don’t make it far.

Except Serenity. She’s the exception.

I twist my head to look at her. My sleeping angel. Her cheeks are starting to take on color from the paleness of before. When I made her come on my tongue yesterday, her cheeks were bright pink.

I can’t want to wring more orgasms from my queen.

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