Page 2 of Our Dark Winter Wish

My cock pulses as I stroke myself slowly. The corners of her lips pull up as I close the gap a little more.

Filling my mouth with whiskey, I take another step closer and look at my kneeling goddess.

My finger rests under her chin, and I tilt it upwards.

‘Open,’ I tell her, speaking to her through our mate bond.

She obeys, parting those full lips wide.

I slowly release the whiskey into her waiting mouth. Most of it slips past her chin and coats her breasts.

‘Fuck…’ I whisper, watching it glide down her peaked nipple and land on her thighs. ‘When I thought you couldn’t get any tastier.’

My fingers knot in her hair, and she releases a devilish little chuckle.

‘Open your fucking mouth, Pix.’

She does, even sticking her tongue out for me. I run my cock the length of it and don’t stop until I meet the very back of her throat. Her stomach clenches as she gags on me. And I fucking love to make her gag.

I gently rest my palm a hair's breadth from her throat. I would love nothing more than to wrap my fingers around her tightly. To feel her pulse and steal her air.

But she still suffers from her nightmares and can’t bear to be touched there. No way I risk her having a panic attack now. Not when I’m filling her mouth so perfectly. The belt hangs there at her request. An attempt to try and get used to the feel of something touching her throat.

She’s determined to overcome it all. To rid herself of the nightmares and flashbacks.

It was my torture that caused this trauma in her. My killing of her mother. My forcing her to perform the resurrection spell. When she has flashbacks, it’s me she sees hanging her. It’s my face she sees smile, and my laugh she hears as she is strangled to death.

‘I can feel your concern,’she says through our bond.‘And your guilt. We’ll overcome this together. Put your hand on me.’

She moves closer, sensing my open palm somehow, and stopping when my hand rests on her flushed flesh. I pull my cock free of her mouth.

‘Be gentle,’ she says in a soft whisper. ‘It will be okay.’

‘Gentle isn’t exactly my speciality, Pix,’ I groan back in reply.

‘Go hard with your cock. Be a gentleman as you choke me.’ She grins and tilts her head back, showing more of her throat.

I tighten my hold a little.

She shudders beneath my grip, and a pained crease forms on her brow.

I hate every second of it.

‘You okay?’I ask through our bond.

Her head tilts back, and her pretty little mouth opens up once more.

‘I will not be controlled by fear.’

I slowly ease in, settling deep in her mouth. I pull out. She takes in some gasps before I thrust into her again. Deeper this time, relishing in how her throat constricts around me.

Out once more.

Then back in.

Deeper.

‘I can feel my cock in your fucking throat, Pix.’

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