Page 42 of Devotion

I cough a little as he spurts hard into my throat, but I manage to swallow it all down. My eyes are watering, and there’s saliva dribbling out of my mouth, but I continue sucking him in the way he likes when he’s worked through the last of his spasms of release.

He’s still making those breathless groans, but they’re softer now. His fingers are still tangled in my loose hair, keeping it from falling down around my face. We’re both panting desperately, and my mind is a blurred whirl of intense emotions. My pussy is pulsing relentlessly and so wet I’m afraid the fluid might be leaking down my inner thighs.

“That was so good.” His hands are still preventing me from lifting my head even though he’s worked through the last of his climax. “I feel so good.”

I hum with pleasure, sucking gently on his slowly softening cock.

“Oh fuck, what’s happening to me?” His eyes are closed now, his body limp with satisfaction.

I make a questioning sound around his penis.

“I came to the Capital determined to do the work given to me but not fall into the indulgent palace lifestyle. My parents would… would be ashamed of me. Only three months in, and look at me now.” He huffs in bone-dry amusement even as his hips are still rocking up just slightly to the rhythm of my mouth.

I don’t like the slight bitterness in his tone and laughter. Despite the continued pressure of his hands, I straighten up, and he lets me.

“There’s nothing wrong with feeling good,” I tell him gravely.

“I know that in theory,” he murmurs, opening his eyes and holding my gaze. “But it’s hard to believe it when it feelsthisgood and it’s at someone else’s expense.”

“Feeling good isn’t wrong. And it’s not at my expense. You know I love doing this for you. I’ve never lied to you about that. Iloveit.”

He’s still breathing heavily, and his eyes look exhausted. “Do you really?”

“Yes. You’ve been nothing but good to me, and doing this for you is the best part of my days. I’d do even more if you’d let me.”

Something shudders in the air between us for a moment before he finally inclines his head in a slight nod. “Okay. Thank you.”

I smile again, relieved at the softening expression on his face. “You’re welcome. Can I finish your massage now? I still have your upper body to go over.”

He nods again, smiling just slightly as he closes his eyes. “I still think there must be something wrong with feeling so incredibly good.”

“There’s not.”

I gently rub his stomach and then use more pressure as I move up his chest. I massage his arms and then his neck and head. By the time I finish, Gabriel is sound asleep.

Only then do I climb out of bed, stretch my back and arms, and move silently into the bathroom. It’s still early. Gabriel has more than two hours to nap before he’ll need to wake up and dress in time for the Monday council meeting.

I’m not going to wake him up any earlier than I have to. He needs rest.

It’s not right that he’s been forced to do this job and that he has to work so incredibly hard. His parents probably love him, but they’re not around right now. I’m the only person in the world who cares about his current well-being.

So I’m going to take care of him as much as he’ll let me.

I’m going to make him feel as good as he possibly can.

I close the bathroom door softly and stare at myself in the mirror. Red cheeks, wild eyes, fluttering pulse, erect nipples. Loose hair and completely naked.

Nothing elegant about me right now.

Biting back a groan, I bend over slightly, bracing myself with one hand on the sink counter and slipping the other hand between my legs. Rubbing my clit isn’t enough right now. I slidetwo fingers into my wet pussy and pump them as fast and hard as I can.

My whole body shakes as I fuck myself with my hand. I make soft grunts as it starts feeling really good. I’m so turned on that it doesn’t take long for me to come. I can barely bite back a cry of pleasure as an orgasm breaks with waves of hot sensation.

I still don’t feel fully sated when I come down, so I rub my clit with a fast, clumsy motion. I watch myself in the mirror as I come again. My mouth opens in a silent exclamation of pleasure. I can’t seem to stop, so I keep rubbing myself shamelessly until I’ve worked up to one more climax. The rush of pleasure washes over me. A long, helpless groan escapes my throat.

It’s too loud. I can’t possibly let Gabriel hear what I’m doing in here.

No one can know.

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