Mirsha’s honesty leaves me speechless.
His hands turn harsher, like he’s afraid I will lose my nerve and run into the darkness. He kisses me hard and deep, reaching between my legs. He rolls his thumb over my swollen nub and slides a thick finger into me. And then a second that has me feeling full and ready to come all over his fingers.
I shudder in his arms and gasp from the burn.
“So tight,” he grunts.
“Mirsha, the burn hurts.”
Instead of releasing me and sending me on my way, he sinks his fingers deeper and deeper.
I cling to him.
“Make a mess, Aster. Dirty your godfather with all your sweet juices.”
Oh fuck.
He knows exactly how to make my core clench. I moan and tighten my legs around his waist. Spread wide around him, he takes full advantage and pushes in and out, stretching, teasing and finger fucking me until I no longer care who hears or sees us. I bury my hands in his hair and hold on. He rolls my clit with just the right pressure and speed to have hot milk spilling from my core.
“Mirsha…oh, God,” I groan hungry against his mouth and buck wildly.
I scream into the night, crashing into the bliss of an orgasm; everything fades into the back of my mind except for how all the pain, the angst and torture of being away from all three dissolves into the humid evening air.
“Feel better, baby girl? Did you like coming for your godfather?”
Pulses of heat flood my system and it’s nothing like I have felt before. “What’s happening to me? To us? Why do I hurt so deeply when we are apart? But the second our skin touches it all drops away. I felt so alone these past few days.”
A hand moves up my body until he’s cupping my face and his touch feels revenant. “You are never alone. I’m sorry we left without saying goodbye.” He brushes his thumbs over my cheekbone and looks broken by his desires.
“We’ve protected you your whole life and now there’s no one here to protect you from us, baby girl. I hope you know what you are getting into.”
“You feel it too, don’t you?” I ask.
He nods, and that one slight movement wraps my soul in a soothing balm. He rests his forehead against mine. “You hurt for us because we’ve brought a pleasure in you to life. It belongs to us, reaches for us. Long before you knew what it was, your soul connected to ours.”
He didn’t say that I belonged to them like property, I notice. He’s picked words that give me the freedom to walk away at any time.
“Just like we ache for you. Right or wrong, you have made our bitter hearts want what we can’t have. Do you understand?”
“I understand.”
Ever so slowly, he loosens his hold on me enough to let me slide down his body. Inch by inch, I feel the hard plains and dips from hours in his home gym and yeah…I groan with no shame.
My sensitive nipples scrape along the fine material of his shirt, and the friction is as painful as it is pleasurable. Before I can give either of us time to come to our senses, I bury my hands beneath his suit jacket. He’s stripped his black tie off and left it to hang freely around his neck. I push it aside, find the seam up the center of his shirt and I don’t hold back. One hard tug in either direction and the buttons give.
Hard muscle is instantly bathed in moonlight.
Glorious. Defined. And all mine. He’s so beautiful it hurts.
I lean in and flick my tongue over the tight bead of one nipple, then the other.
Mirsha cups the back of my head as he holds me to him. “You’ve got the mouth of an angel. You’re my deepest fear come true, and I don’t know how to protect any of us from the fallout.”
The pain and dread in his tone send arrows of agony through me. “Don’t think about that.”
Strong fingers dig into my hair and he angles my head until my gaze locks with his. Fire in those gray depths pushes me closer to the edge of no return. “You should have never come.”
“I will be gone in the morning and no one has to know,” I whisper between us. “That’s all we can promise each other, and I am okay with that. Maybe that is how we get rid of whatever this is inside of us. Feed it until the hunger dissolves.”