Page 46 of Bound By Thorns

My cock throbbed painfully as I reached the light tuft of hair above her glistening pussy, groomed in a V shape.

Without missing a beat, I lapped up her juices as she moaned and grunted, latching on to my hair. I shamelessly pulled her closer, wanting to drown myself in her wetness. She tasted heavenly, and I craved more, even though I was face deep in her. I fucked her with my tongue and then my fingers, until she was writhing with pleasure.

Her moans filled the space, echoing off the walls of the room. Sucking her clit, I hooked my finger inside her, and she grunted even harder.

“Oh god, Logan,” she panted.

“Come, baby,” I mumbled against her pussy. “You need to come for me.”

Two fingers disappeared inside her, and I continued the rhythmic dance of my tongue on her.

Her release hit her hard and she screamed my name. There was nothing better than feeling her coming on my face with my name on her lips.

I climbed up as the shivers from her orgasm still lingered. Her hand instinctively grabbed the band of my sweatpants and she tugged them down. My cock sprang free and she eyed it hungrily.

Her tiny hand wrapped around the base of my cock and squeezed gently, earning a groan from me.

“It’s not your hand my cock is weeping for, Chaos.”

She pulled me closer with her other hand and rubbed my cock over her folds. I paused to grab a condom Blackthorn stocked in all of the rooms and returned to my rightful place–between her legs.

I couldn’t wait a second longer, my patience wore thin. She was looking at me with such fervor that I entered her with a hard thrust, pushing fully inside her until I met resistance. My eyes immediately locked to where we connected.

But all my impatience and jealousy waned away when I heard her whimper, almost in pain. A sound I hadn’t expected pierced my ears and I paused, terrifyingly frozen inside her. My head snapped up and I saw pain, raw pain twisting her features. Her eyes gleaming with tears as she blinked rapidly to desperately avoid crying.

How the hell am I hurting her again?

I brushed her cheek gently with one hand, “Are you okay?”

My voice belied my concern. An uneasy worry had gripped me. I caught a stray tear rolling down her temple with my thumb and I settled down on my elbows to look at her more closely.

She’s not a virgin.

She couldn’t be. Right?

“Talk to me,” I urged.

Something was terrifying this beautiful, enchanting woman, and I had no idea. I started to pull out and she grunted. This time with a guttural groan etched with agony.

Fuck, she’s in physical pain.

I pulled out fully and rolled up beside her.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

“Shh…it’s fine. Let’s just go to sleep, okay?”

I couldn’t bring myself to ask her about what had just happened. Instead, I drew her close, burying my face in the curve of her neck, and let sleep pull me under with her held tightly against me.

When I awoke later, chilled and alone, I realized she had slipped away quietly while I slept. The absence of her warmth left a void beside me, and just as before, I mourned the loss. Sleep eluded me for the rest of the night, the space beside me achingly empty.

NINETEEN

Kaylan

Broken.

I was utterly broken for this man. I hadn’t anticipated the sudden jolt of pain. I was so angry at myself for retreating back on my word. I couldn’t be fucked anymore. Garret had taken that from me. He had used me all up, chewed me raw.

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