Page 50 of Last Shot at Love

This made no sense. I’d made it clear to Cerulean that I would take care of his needs whenever he desired it, but the stubborn man was more focused on pleasuring me.

He was a man, and in my experience, they thought with their dick more than they did with their brain.

Cerulean wanted me. I’d felt his erection pressing against me when he was in his human form, and I’d scented the pheromones on his skin that signaled arousal.

So why hadn’t he taken me up on my offer?

Because he wants your heart more than he wants your body.

In my mind, it was as though a key was being turned in the lock of a door I’d kept closed.

Mentally, I scrambled away from the door, not ready to find out what lay behind it.

I ignored my inner voice, and I gave my full attention to the delicious liquid sliding down my throat. But each time his tentacle sucked against my clit, my lust grew, and that dang key turned a fraction more.

My belly grew heavy, and my need clawed at my insides, fighting for release. The pleasure mixed with pain until I couldn’t tell them apart and a tear leaked from the corner of my eye.

Still, I fought against my impending climax. I knew the moment I let go of control, the mental door would swing wide open and I was terrified to face what was behind it.

Cerulean’s thrusts became rough, creating a friction that drove me wild and pushed me toward the edge of a cliff. His tentacle around my throat tightened, and the one between my thighs ground hard against me.

“Stop fighting it.” Cerulean’s voice turned harsh and demanding. “Come for me.”

I was used to giving the orders, but there was something thrilling about being told what to do… at least in my current position. And without stopping to ask my opinion on the matter, my body gave him what he wanted.

I came hard.

My body jerked with each wave of orgasmic bliss that ripped through me. Cerulean held me as my world shattered and my vision blurred.

The door in my mind flew open with enough force to nearly rip it from its hinges. An avalanche of raw emotion slammed into me.

Emotions were something I’d avoided like a wooden stake after realizing they severely complicated everything and eventually led to heartache.

But suddenly, I was drowning in them. I gasped, sucking in harsh gulping breaths.

As the emotions swirled, another unfamiliar thing paced in my chest… and with his body supporting me, I faced it head on.

My heart tripped over its beat as I recognized it.

Love.

A tiny seedling of love had taken root.

It wasn’t the mighty oak it would grow to be after spending years together… but it was there.

Its warm glow radiated through me, beginning the work of dismantling the walls I’d built to protect myself from hurt and disappointment.

A second strange emotion followed on the heels of the first.

Passion.

Sex had been a means to satisfy my hormones. And since I always left my partners begging for more, I knew I didn’t suck at it. Pun intended.

But passion had never been a factor in my bedroom romps.

Now it was surging through me with a hunger that rivaled the strength of my lust for Cerulean’s blood.

My nails dug into his skin. Raising my chin, I stared into his worried blue eyes. I could tell him what I felt, but I’d finally realized he was a man who preferred acts of love rather than words.

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