Page 114 of All Your Bloody Lies

When he slips out of me, I am about to protest, “Let’s clean up, hmm?”

I’m expecting him to grab me and take me back into the shower, but oh am I wrong. He grabs me around my hips and drags us to the edge of the bed. Instead of sitting me in his lap, he holds me upside down and throws my legs over his shoulder. My thighs now wrapped around his head, he begins licking them clean before diving straight to my slit.

His cock that is soaked with my arousal, is now front and center in my face. I am so out of breath that I really shouldn’t suffocate myself with it. However, it’s not like I haven’t died from suffocation before.

The moment his tongue breaches my slit, his cock is down my throat. Tasting me on him makes me spurt, and his groan of approval has my body flushing with heat.

He guides my legs to lock around his head and wraps his arms around my hips. Am I appreciative that he can’t suffocate and can stay right where he’s at for eternity? Absolutely. It’s nearly impossible for me to focus on my own endeavor, but by the pleasednoises he is making against my bundle of nerves, I think he’s enjoying my lips and tongue against his cock.

A swift shift in our position puts me under him, my head tilted off the bed as he drives his hips forward. I gag with the initial thrust, and he doesn’t pull back to give me a reprieve. “Fuck, Xera…” he groans against my clit.

I’m not surprised when one of his hands travels down to my neck, his thumb brushing against it as he thrusts. I swear he is searching for the head that is physically breaching the back of my throat. I whimper, but not from pain; his attention to detail with my place of pleasure is sending me overboard. Heat blooms across my face and my legs begin to violently shake as I climax for a third time.

“Absolutely incredible,” he affirms, and leans back to drive once more into my throat before pulling out. His head is thrown back and with a single pump of his hand against his shaft and he is coming across my neck and down my chest.

My breathing is heavy and I exhale a stifled cough, thankful in that moment he didn’t fill my throat with that load. I truly may have drowned.

“Fucking beyond, Kai.” I’m barely able to get the words out, my body is thriving with all the pleasurable pain he just put me through.

His hand is at the back of my head, lifting me up. The gloss over his forehead and devastating smile he graces me with, makes my heart ready to explode. His tongue strokes across my neck, and up my chin, cleaning up a very small portion of the mess he made, before slipping it into my mouth.

I’m pretty sure I come more when I taste him on his tongue. Why and how is this man so hot?

He hums, and against my lips, he breathes, “Yours.”

With that brief word, my heart lightens.

Kai… I want to be yours.I just hope I can, at the end of all this, give you what you want.

Me.

41

Xeraphine

After devastating me the way he did, he carried me into the shower, got me cleaned up, and brought me back to bed.

He must have stripped the bed while I was asleep because when I wake, the sheets aren’t black, but a deep plum. The light filtering through the window makes me groan; I want to protest being awake. I feel like I could sleep for days, and being woken by the sun the next morning is going to put me into a sour mood.

I’m surprised Kairhyse isn’t possessively grabbing me as he normally would in the morning when we fall asleep together.

I don’t linger in bed; instead, I groggily go to the bathroom to piss and brush my teeth. Him having a toothbrush for me makes me smile, and it’s black with gray bristles, which makes me roll my eyes. Only a stalker would do his damnedest to make sure nothing of mine is white.

After using his brush and slipping one of his shirts on, I feel presentable enough to head downstairs.

I’m not at all surprised to see Sydni sitting on the couch, her laptop resting in her lap, tapping away. I suck in a deep breath,knowing she is going to want a hug. There is no part of me that doesn’t want to hug her but I just need to prepare for it.

As I take the last step, I say, “Syd?” and, in an instant, the laptop hits the floor. She almost loses her footing while swiftly maneuvering around the couch to reach me.

Her arms around me are tight, and the soft bouts of sobs she’s emitting make me chuckle, “So dramatic, jeez, Syd.” I place my hand onto the back of her head, my other arm coming around her shoulders.

“Phiny—“ she croaks, “I was so scared. I’m so thankful you’re okay! Oh my Gods, no more living in the slums!” As if that were the reason for my abduction.

Brrrowww.

I suck a sharp breath in. The heat behind my eyes is foreign to me, and I know tears are pooling in them. “Mister…?” Sydni isn’t releasing me, but she turns us so I can see that black cat sitting on the back of the couch, his tail wagging back and forth. The top of his head is bald, and I can see that there are a few other patches of missing fur, but other than that, he looks fine.

“Stupid cat…” I choke, “You should have just ran…” Remembering how upset he was, as if knowing there was something wrong, makes me so mad because the last place he should have been was in that apartment with me. We were both lucky the bomb hadn’t gone off when we were inside.

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