Page 25 of Midnight Torment

It had been a two-way street, even though I never realised it at the time.

He stood and removed his clothes one item at a time until his body was revealed to me. All this time together, and I still marvelled at his muscle tone and the way they rippled as he moved.

His cock jutted out like an arrow in search of the heated target at my core, the silver balls shining in the sunlight. My legs instinctively widened in invitation.

“You need something?” he asked, his teeth biting into his bottom lip.

“My pussy wants to stroke your cock,” I replied.

“Sounds like a kinky scene from that farmyard book again.”

“As long as you don’t comment on my udders.”

He shrugged one shoulder. “I would feel a little sheepish mentioning them.”

I grinned and his head dipped to make his hair fall into his eyes. “We need to stop horsing around,” I quipped.

“You’ve been driving me quackers all day,” he replied, his knee making the bed dip as he crawled onto it.

“Quack.”

His hands landed on my knees to spread my legs further. “You’ve been put at risk because of me,” he said generally, refusing to meet my eyes. “Before I walked back into your life, you were safe.”

“Before you walked back into my life I was lost.”

“That hand grenade was because you’re the only weakness in my armour.” His gaze met mine.

“And yet, the only thought in my head that day was that I wouldn’t get to see you again, and then that door opened and there you were.”

A myriad of emotions clashed together in his eyes, making them darker. “I wanted to wring her neck, but she is another victim in this fucked up game.”

He crawled over me, his cock rubbing the sensitive skin between my legs, his hands brushing my hair back. My lips fell open as his head dipped until our breaths mingled and our noses touched. “I wasn’t planning to leave you, Megan. I was trying to plan a life away from here for both of us. I have enough money to make us disappear with new identities.”

My heart fractured because I had seen the love he had for his grandfather, and I knew that Xavier and Ash were like his brothers. “We stay and fight together,” I replied. “Then we live into old age until we sit all day and bicker with each other and drive our grandchildren insane.”

His head came up until the only thing in my vision were those eyes that had haunted my dreams at night. “Are you having children?” he queried.

“Hmmm. We’re both only children. I want at least ten so they never feel alone as they grow up.”

“That’s a lot of sex,” he mused. “I guess we should get some practice in.”

His lips traced a trail of seduction down my body, stopping along the way to tease and stimulate my breasts. His teeth grazed my nipple while his tongue flicked, his fingers and thumb massaging the other breast and nipple until I was writhing under him. My hands struggled against the restraint, but that only encouraged Jordan to slow down until I thought I was going to explode.

He continued his path of devastation, his tongue tracing over my skin like a venomous snake hellbent on torturing me. When he reached the apex of my thighs, my entire back bowed as he latched on with precision, licking and sucking until I started to pant. His teeth scraped my clit and I whimpered before his tongue zig-zagged across that tender nub. His finger joined the torment, as it slowly rotated inside me before it rubbed that magical button that threatened to cripple me.

“Jordan,” I moaned and he sucked my clit, flicking it with his tongue.

My body shook with sensation, my thighs trembling as my feet dug into the bed.

Suddenly, I was abandoned just as the pressure had built to almost critical mass between my legs. “I think maybe we need a little help,” Jordan said, moving off the bed.

I watched helplessly in disbelief, my lady bits screaming for him to return as he hunted around the floor and lifted a few items. I was beginning to regret bringing the sex toys all those weeks ago. He held a shiny butt plug up between his fingers and wiggled it about in the air, then retrieved my vibrator that I grabbed as a weapon.

Fuck.

Jordan climbed back on the bed and lubricated the butt plug with my own juices since I hadn’t got any lubricant in that drawer. Who needed it when Jordan always made sure I was ready for him?

“Relax,” he taunted, and I narrowed my eyes at him.

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