Page 67 of Drown My Sorrow

“This, us. It’s not going to change. No matter what happens.”

“I’m scared,” she whispers.

“Nothing is going to happen, Aspyn.”

She wiggles against me, and her scent changes. It gets sweeter and fuller.

“Aspyn?”

“Don’t make me beg,” she whispers.

The words slam into me. Having her during a heat is one thing, but to have her now because she wants it, that’s like all my dreams coming true.

I want this to be perfect.

“Don’t beg. You never have to beg. This is and always will be a negotiation.”

I move fast, pulling her clothes off piece by piece. It takes me less time to remove mine.

When she moves to sit up from where I’ve put her in the middle of the bed, I crawl over her, kissing her until she moans. With regret, I pull away from her delicious lips and trail my lips down over her neck.

She moans, but I suck and tease, scraping my teeth over sensitive skin.

“You’re perfect, Aspyn.”

She blinks at me, and I can tell she doesn’t believe me, but I’m just going to have to show her.

I put my weight on one arm and lightly graze my fingers up her hips and ribs while I pay particular adoration to the beautiful curve of her shoulder.

When I’m satisfied, I move down, leaving open-mouthed kisses to the curve of her breast.

“You should know that I’m really grateful that you’re doing this.”

I pause, my eyes on the delectable nipple in front of me. Wait, what?

I look up with a frown. “This isn’t a pity fuck. Pity fucks do not look like this.”

“Oh? What do they look like?”

I shake my head, frustrated with the way her brain works. “Pity doesn’t play, it doesn’t tease, and it most certainly doesn’t take its time.”

“Oh,” she says again, but her mind is going into that fuzzy place I love, where she can’t think properly. Her fingers find my hair and hold me in place.

I flick out my tongue, just hitting the tip of her nipple. Her reaction is everything.

Her body arches, trembling, offering herself to me. She moans, and it’s my favourite sound on this planet.

“Shale!”

My name on her lips almost undoes me, but I’m taking my time. So, I tease her a little longer, refusing the pull of my hair as she tries to direct my head. I kiss in between her breasts, feeling her heart beat against my tongue. That rapid flutter of excitement has me grinning before I trace a spiral, and, finally, when I’m ready, I take her nipple into my mouth and suck.

She turns to liquid.

She has the most sensitive breasts, and she loves them being played with. The bonus of knowing her so intimately is that I’ve got the home ground advantage.

I know the minute I’ve pushed her as far as I can. She’s writhing against me, my hips pinning hers. I turn from the breast I’m suckling and transfer my affections to the other.

She hisses and tugs, her body going bow tight. I grind my cock into that wet heat between her legs. It would be so easy to just slip inside, but I want to really make this moment stand out. I want her to remember what I’ve done. To remember this feeling and want more.

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