Page 50 of Jester

“Then why are you so scared?”

“I don’t know how your love feels up close like this.”

“If I fuck you wrong, is that the end? Is that what you’re worried about?”

“It’s not like I can bully you into changing.”

“No, I suppose you can’t. But you can seem sad or disappointed. That ought to get me to change.”

Talon suddenly smiles. “I want power.”

“You have my heart in your fucking hands, you nutjob,” I grumble as I cup her jaw. “For years, you’ve been dangling your affections in my damn face. But you can just steal all that shit away and leave me empty. If anything, you havetoomuch power.”

Smiling again, Talon strokes the scar across my forehead. “I like knowing I can hurt you.”

Chuckling at her honesty, I mutter, “Fucking crazy bitch.”

“You can destroy me,” she says and lifts her tank top over her head. “You are my one chance at getting everything I want. I’m right to be scared.”

“But fucking isn’t what will sink us, Talon,” I say and nuzzle my lips against her tits. “It’s the monotony. When we’re used to having each other and it’s no longer a reward, that’s when we could fail. We’re nowhere near that moment yet.”

Talon exhales deeply and sucks at my tongue. My fingers slide across her waist, lingering at her feeding tube scar. I struggle against the bad memory. That Talon couldn’t survive. I rest my head against her chest, listening to her heart beating strong. I still mourn the old Talon in the same way I do Lando, Betty Boop, and to some degree my sister.

This Talon is strong and healthy while the men who hurt her are long dead.

Talon reaches behind her to unfasten her bra snaps. The fabric peels away from her golden skin. My beard skims her bare flesh as I slide lower. My lips soon nuzzle the sweet, sweaty spot between her tits.

Talon whimpers when I suck her right nipple into my hot mouth. I pause mid-suck to kiss her lips and calm her nerves. She’s hiding in her head. The bigmouthed troublemaker never thinks too hard. That’s the woman who can handle me. The scared, worrywart Talon will never let me close.

My kiss leaves Talon breathless and calm. She lifts her hips when I tug off her jeans and panties. As soon as she realizes how exposed she’s become, the panic returns to her dark eyes.

“You love me,” I say before she can complain.

“And you love me,” she replies, going soft and compliant again.

“We’re just doing what people do when they’re in love. There’s nothing bad involved.”

Talon’s eyes glow as she goes loose on the couch, leaving her body to my curious fingers.

“I’m going to try to relax,” she says, staring at me like I’m her life jacket in stormy waters.

My fingers spread her pussy to find her wetter than I expect. Talon inhales sharply at the feel of my knuckle across her clit.

“You know what this is,” I tell her and kiss her pouty lips.

Talon cups my face and holds me still. I think she wants to stop things. I tease her clit as a reminder of how we’re not finished.

“Remove your pants,” Talon mumbles, wearing a frown. “I want to be able to injure you easier if things go wrong.”

Smirking at her hostile tone, I slide my finger inside her and watch as she fights the urge to clench around my flesh.

“I thought you were going to eat me out,” she grumbles.

“I’m afraid to put my face near your pussy when you’re in a bad mood. I might lose an eye or chip a tooth.”

Talon stops glaring at me and smiles. “I don’t feel sexy.”

“Because you’re thinking about your body and not mine.”

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