Page 67 of King of Deception

But he doesn’t pull me closer, doesn’t use his grip to slide deeper into my mouth, instead, he uses it to hold me back.

I look up at him, my brows up. “You don’t want to be inside my mouth?”

“I want nothing more. But not tonight. Not after what your body has been through.” He pulls me back up his body, then lifts me in his arms and lays me on the bed.

Hovering over me, he takes my underwear off too, and then settles his shoulders between my legs. “So you get to lick me, but not the other way around?”

He gives me a one-sided grin. “Don’t worry, luv, you’ll make it up to me another time. But tonight, we’re going to get you so wet, I’m just going to slide right inside you.”

Those words cause a flood, my slickness starting to coat my thighs.

And then he reaches out his tongue, lapping at my folds.

My head arches back, and heedless of my stiff body, my hands bury into his hair, my toes curling as I spread wider.

He zeroes in on my clit, swirling his tongue over the little nub as two of his fingers slip inside me.

I’m already panting, my body spiraling upward as pleasure crashes through me.

I’m pulling his hair, pleading noises falling from my lips as he relentlessly licks at me just where I need it.

My insides are so tight, I feel like I might break, my heels now digging into his back.

He doesn’t stop, or say a word, as his tongue pushes me higher and higher, his fingers pumping in and out of me.

With a loud cry, I break, the orgasm slamming through me.

He’s up in a second, before I’ve even finished, his body skimming up my mine, as his cock settles into my soaking wet folds.

I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him into a deep kiss, my scent all over his lips and tongue.

He rumbles into my mouth even as he sinks deeper inside me. I feel the stretch, the burn. But our eyes are locked, in each other’s arms, as he moves with such a gentle slowness, that I don’t make a sound.

I won’t ruin this moment with tears or complaints. All I care about it the connection. “I love you so much, Gris,” I push out with a deep breath, keeping my eyes locked on his. “I want to give you everything.”

His eyes widen as he finally settles deeply inside me. “I love you too, Arabella. You’re mine. Mine to love, mine to protect. Mine to care for.”

And then he slowly pulls back out, pushing gently back in. I know he’s keeping the pace easy and light for my benefit.

He holds me tightly, kissing me, as he picks up the pace. But I can tell by the cords in his neck that he’s straining for control.

I love him even more for working so hard not to hurt me. I feel deep in my soul that my life is changing, that it’s never going to be the same.

I can’t find the words to tell him how much he means, or how much I want to give him, so instead, I lock my legs around his, encouraging him to go deeper, take more of me.

I can feel him tightening, getting closer, though he still keeps his strokes light. Easy.

“I’m all right, Gris. Don’t worry. I can take all of you, baby.”

“Fucking hell, Bella,” he groans. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?”

Tying him to my heart? I hope. I kiss him again, and it undoes the last of his control.

With a few quick thrusts, he cums hard.

The feel of him inside me, the heat of his cum, it’s this other level that makes me gasp in a breath, the intensity of my feelings, making me gasp out a cry. I’ve got my arms locked around his neck, my eyes squeezing shut as I burrow into his neck. “Holy shit.”

“Yeah,” he says, dropping his cheek to my forehead.

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