Page 99 of Sinful Kingdom

“Too late to be shy now, Vixen. I’m too injured to take charge, remember?”

“Yeah,” I mutter, shimmying down his body. “When it suits.”

“Right now,” he says, tucking his hands behind his head, his eyes glued on me as I begin tugging his sweats down his legs, “it suits me just fine.”

The majority of the cuts on his legs have scabbed over now and are healing nicely. Unlike his arms. Only a couple needed stitching and wrapping, but even those are looking good as I peel his sweats away.

Lowering my lips to the worst one across his thigh, I press a soft kiss to the edge of it, my eyes locked on his.

“Evie,” he groans as I move, peppering kisses to the wound that until this morning was hidden from the world.

“I love you,” I whisper. “Every inch of you.”

His eyes close for a beat. Despite not really having a chance to talk about it properly, I know he’s struggling with this, his scars. The physical evidence he’s going to be left with.

I hate that it’s my fault. If it weren’t for meeting me, then he never would have found himself in that situation. But the thought of not having him in my life is so much worse.

“Look at me,” I demand, just like he has to me so many times before. “I’m right here and there’s nowhere else in the world I want to be,” I promise him, kissing higher up his thigh until I hit the hem of his boxers.

His dick strains against the fabric and my mouth waters, more than ready for a taste of him.

I keep my eyes on his as I drag them down his thighs, and then I lean forward and lick up the entire length of him.

His hips thrust up the second I make contact, and his eyes blaze with barely restrained fire.

“Shit,” he hisses, untucking his hands from his head in favour of twisting his fingers in my hair. “More. Evie. Fuck.”

Unable to deny him anything, I wrap my fingers around his shaft and lick him like a lollipop.

His eyes practically roll back in his head. His grip on my hair tightens, but at no point does he try to force me lower.

“Fucking love you, Vixen,” he gasps when I finally take pity on him and sink down on this length. “Fuuuuuck.” My core clenches with need as his growl fills the room.

His lids lower, but he never breaks our eye contact as he gently helps me bob up and down on his length.

“Jesus, I could watch you do this forever,” he confesses, biting down on his bottom lip.

I work him with both my mouth and my hand until he’s thickening, getting ready to blow.

And just before I’m convinced that he’s about to come down my throat, his fingers tighten on my hair and he drags me off him.

“What are you—”

“Not coming in your mouth this time, Vixen. Ride me.”

My body flies in to action long before my brain catches up with me, and he chuckles as I eagerly follow orders.

As he holds himself up for me, I grind down on him, coating him in my juices before sinking lower.

“Oh fuck,” he grunts as I cry out.

It doesn’t hurt anywhere near as much as it did that first time, but hell, it’s a tight fit.

“Oh, Jesus. You have no fucking idea how good that feels.”

His grip on my hips is bruising as he helps hold me up, but I love it. I’ll happily walk around every day with his marks all over me.

It takes a few seconds for me to fully seat myself on him.

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