Page 93 of Glamour & Gumballs

I was close.

So, so close.

I—

A cry escaped me as a large hand closed around my wrist, moving it away from my core just before a thick, hot tongue dragged over my clit.

My hips jerked as I nearly came, but he pulled away before I could get off.

My body was tense with need, my chest rising and falling rapidly, as I opened my eyes and found myself staring down at a gorgeous, furious male fae.

“What are you doing, Chaos?”

“Seems pretty obvious. I needed to get off.” My chest rose and fell rapidly.

“If you needed to get off, you would’ve told me. That’s my job. Instead, you turned the shower on so I wouldn’t hear you. You snuck out of my bed. You started pleasuring yourself.”

“I almost finished, too,” I gritted out.

“You hid from me.” His words were a low growl. “Have you been faking your orgasms? I?—”

“You were sleeping,” I interrupted him. “I would never fake an orgasm. I wanted to let you sleep, and I was horny. That’s all there is to it, okay? You could’ve gotten me off twice in the amount of time I’ve spent in here, so obviously you’re not lacking anything. I was just trying to be nice.”

The anger in his gaze eased. “Sleep doesn’t matter to me. You do. If you’re horny, wake me up.”

“Okay.” I bit my lip, still breathing hard. My core was starting to ache. “I kind of panicked. I woke up with your cock between my thighs, and I was slick with need, and I wanted you badly. But I didn’t want to just use you, or make you feel violated, or?—”

“Do you know the words that seal the bond, Erin?”

His use of my name caught me off guard. I shook my head.

“I’m yours,” he said. “It’s as simple as that. I’m yours. So if you want to ride me while I’m sleeping, ride me. Waking up with you wrapped around my cock, getting yourself off, would be a fucking dream.”

My thighs clenched. “Are you going to do the same if you wake up horny?”

“Only if you want me to.”

I let myself imagine being woken up by his tongue on my clit. His hand between my thighs. His cock filling me.

My breathing picked up again. “I want you to.”

Rhett’s chest rumbled.

He opened my thighs wider, leaning in to lick me again. One of his hands found my back entrance, the other on my thigh, as he ate me out.

This time, he didn’t pull away until I was crying out with pleasure.

Afterward, he bent me over the edge of the tub and fucked me until we came together.

Throughout all of it, two words ran through my mind as if on repeat.

I’m yours.

I’m yours.

I’m yours.

We spent the day eating, lounging, and screwing.

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