Page 111 of Lesson In Faith

She didn’t want him to go, but she’d let him take her home and put her to bed. She’d wait for him, probably fall asleep and dream of him until he came back, then snuggle against his big, warm body and thank the stars for whatever sent her running in his direction that night in the forest.

Because helovedher, and that…

That was the greatest, most monumental experience of her life.

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Merrick

The next morning, half asleep, he watched a suspicious, human-sized lump crawl under the covers from the foot of the bed. He already knew what kind of mood Tamsyn had woken in—she’d spent a good ten minutes grinding her butt against his morning wood in an attempt to get his attention, before huffing and toddling off to the bathroom.

Telling her he loved her switched something, he realized. Some part of her she’d been holding back finally relaxed completely, as though recognizing she was home now, here to stay. Whether she was aware of that change, he couldn’t say, but she’d been exceptionally snuggly through the night, clinging to him like a monkey, mewling sleepy protests if he dared to so much as shift his legs.

The lump took a brief divert to the left, he noted with amusement, before correcting itself and tunneling more toward him. He grunted when a small, chilled hand made contact with his lower leg, trying not to laugh when he heard a muffled, “Aha!” come triumphantly from beneath the covers.

Her palm slid over his knee, along his thigh, then paused as Tamsyn shuffled her way further up the bed. Her fingers walked up the rest of his thigh, crossing over his groin until they wrapped around his erection with a purred hum of delight.

Merrick growled softly as his head tipped back into the pillows. “Darlin’, playing with fire here.”

She had the temerity to giggle.

He fucking loved that she’d found enough confidence to express herself so freely.

Cock straining under the gentle caresses she bestowed along his length, he gritted his teeth. Whenever she touched him, he felt like a hapless teenager again instead of a forty-year-old seasoned man with a litany of sexual experiences under his belt.

His hips bucked when her thumb found the notch in his crown, smearing precum around the sensitive tip. Apparently, she found it particularly interesting because she continued teasing the small hole until he felt as though his life streamed from it.

What was she planning?

He swore on everything holy, if he felt her mouth or that dainty tongue on his dick, the probability of him lasting more than thirty seconds was nil. Zero. Nada.

Embarrassing, sure, but when was the last time a woman affected him so badly, on such a deep level, that his control eroded to nothing in her presence?

The little owl didn’t know she’d wrapped him up in her so effectively, she was the damn boss of him.

He wasn’t going to cotton her on to that fact just yet.

Not ever, if he wanted to remain her Dom.

Some things needed to stay secret.

Instead of her mouth covering him, Tamsyn shuffled further up the bed until her head almost breached the edge of the duvet. Gingerly, she eased her leg over his stomach until she straddled him, then wiggled her way back. With those small hands pressed against his chest, she sat up, lifting the covers, and those fucking stunning eyes met his, full of mischief and a voracious hunger he’d never seen in her before now.

Evidently, she was a woman who got horny on her period.

“Topping from the bottom, darlin’?” he asked.

She frowned, obviously baffled by the question. “What does that mean?”

Merrick bopped her nose. “It means a naughty little submissive taking what she wants when her Dom specifically told her she can’t have it yet. Didn’t I say no sex until your period is finished?”

Her eyes narrowed; she wriggled back more until his cock brushed the apex of her thighs, skimming along her bare, swollen pussy. “But Ineedyou.”

Testing her limits, he lifted an eyebrow while simultaneously shrugging his shoulders. “Well, if you want me inside you so terribly, there’s one place you can put my cock, darlin’. Here’s a hint—it’s not your sweet cunt.”

It took a few seconds for it all to compute. She gasped, her eyes widening. “My butt?”

Thoroughly enjoying her reaction, he grinned. “Told you what I want to do to your ass, didn’t I? Got to admit, didn’t think you’d be so eager to oblige just yet.”

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