Page 39 of Savoring Her Snake

“Sir, I can’t,” I whisper. It’s there; it would be so easy to give in. I need to give in. His quiet demand to wait rings in my head. He wants me to wait. I can do it for him. I lose track of how long he explores, but it seems like forever. The ball of need in my stomach grows and grows. I glory in his love. His care and his desire for me.

“Come,” he demands, and the one word releases me from all constraints.

I have never felt such pleasure. Describing it is impossible. My ears ring, and my head falls back, heavy. My toes slide, my feet stretching in the air slightly. He licks one last time and sits on his heels, his hands traveling down my body to rest on my knees. My half-open eyes focus on his wet mouth, and I can’t look away.

“Thank you, Sir,” I whisper. My body feels weightless.

“My pleasure, darling,” he says, and my gaze falls to his pants.

“That looks painful.” He’s extremely hard, the tip peeking out of his waistband. His hand drops to it, and my slowing heartbeat picks up. “Can I help, Sir?” I ask.

“This was about you. Showing you how it could be,” he says but continues to touch himself.

“Please, let me.” I want to make him feel just as good as he made me feel.

“It won’t take much. Eating you, seeing your enjoyment, almost made me come,” he rasps.

“I’m sure.” He slowly gets to his feet.

“Stay just like that,” he instructs and steps between my knees. “What’s your word?”

“Money.” He grips his cock and slides his pants down over it.

“I’m going to come in your mouth,” he states but pauses. “Do you need to say your word?”

“No,” I say firmly. I’m getting worked up again. Satisfaction gleams in his eyes. He leans over me while one of his hands pulls my knee, and I slide further down. He starts to stroke again, his other hand gripping the back of the chair, and I love watching him.

“Open your mouth,” he grits out, and I slowly part my lips. “Fuck.” He moves his hand faster, looking from my open mouth down my body and back. “Fucking, perfect,” he growls and comes. It hits my tongue, lips, and the sides of my mouth. He tips his head back, his hand moving fast as it goes on and on. He’s beautiful.

His actions demonstrate his possession. I have never let anyone come on me. It feels natural with Heath, and I can’t help but want more.

He slowly strokes his cock, staring at my lips. As he pulls back, I close my mouth and swallow. Judging by his expression, it was the right thing to do.

“Stay,” he orders and walks away. I couldn’t move if I wanted to.

I’m lost in the sensations he makes me feel. My life has desensitized me to everything. My emotions have been locked down for years, and he has jump-started them. When was the last time anyone took care of my needs? My emotions? When I’m with him, I don’t think about the animal he holds inside or the world he is a part of. I know I will have to accept every part of him and his life, and how he treats me makes that easy. Can I be a shifter in that world? I want to say yes. Is it as easy as saying the word?

I drop my head to watch him as he re-enters the room. I blink slowly when he grabs my chin and holds up a washcloth. Its warmth feels good as he gently cleans my face.

I fall a little in love.

Chapter Eleven

Heath

Droppingthetoweltothe floor, I move to the side of the chair and scoop my mate into my arms. Her arms slide around my neck, and I feel her stare. She doesn’t say anything or move as I walk down the hallway. When I kick the door of my room shut behind us and take her into the bathroom, her head turns.

“You filled the tub?” she asks softly.

“Yes. Do you need to use the toilet first?” I ask, looking at her.

“Uh—”

“That’s a yes.” I slowly lower her to her feet. “Call my name when you're done. Don’t get in without me in here.”

“Alright,” she agrees, and I back out of the room.

I lean on the wall beside the door, dropping my head, trying to control the storm of emotions colliding inside me. She gave me her trust. I feel honored. Possessive. Satisfied. Unsettled. I need her to agree to complete the bond soon. My snake is impatient even though we both are happy with the progress to win her heart. Having a taste of her was delicious, but it only made me want more and more and more. I wouldn’t be able to walk away from what we have. I don’t want to, and it scares the shit out of me that there is a possibility she doesn’t want the life I will give her. It was a risk, telling her I was moving. She’s either going to be all in or all out.

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