Page 54 of Bourbon & Blood

“Yeah?” he asked.

“Deeper for me?” I asked, and he pulled his other arm from beneath me, hooking it behind my knee so that he could fold my leg up and back andoh,how it wrenched a cry out of me…

“Ah! Yeah!”

He kept at it, deep, even, arduous strokes, as my breathing ramped up, breaths coming deeper and faster, my voice escaping me in feral little cries, punctuating each stroke as he kept on relentlessly, working me so patiently and beautifully, his face going from red to purple, the tendons in his neck standing out as he fought to restrain himself.

“Oh! Close! So, close!” I warned him breathlessly. “I’m so close!”

The sensation had been subtle at first, as though something in my pussy inflated and swelled, like a rapidly filling balloon. The sensation grew and grew, getting bigger and bigger, tightening my nipples, silvering my blood, a glow filling me steadily. Growing, growing, growing; until arching, screaming, I came. My pussy squeezed down and rippled out, dragging him in deeper still with its contractions as he shouted out hoarsely and collapsed over me, pressing in deep, pulling me against him tight. We lost ourselves each in the other, to the point there was no telling where one of us ended and the other began.

I came back to myself slowly, La Croix’s ear pressed between my breasts, listening to the thundering of my heart. I found my arms wrapped tight around him, my hand against his back and both of us slick with sweat.

He panted and didn’t seem in any hurry to move off of me, and that was nice. I liked the close contact, the warmth of his body against mine in the cool currents of air coming down over the top of us from the fan turning overhead.

“Hmm,” he hummed in what sounded like satisfaction and smoothed a hand down my side from my breast to my hip, turning his head to kiss the skin over my thunderously beating heart, between my breasts.

He glanced up at me, locking his gaze with mine, and in that voice that was deep and blackened velvet asked me, “Did I hurt you?”

“No,” I whispered, touching the side of his face. He closed his eyes and turned his lips into my palm and placed a kiss there.

“Good,” he murmured, his voice husky with something akin to relief. I simply stared in muted wonder.

I didn’t know what else to say or to do.

“Don’t move, cher,” he whispered, and he leveraged himself up too soon as far as I was concerned. I made a small noise of protestation and he stopped to look at me.

“I wasn’t ready,” I said shyly and his lips curved into another one of those rare smiles.

“Gotta get us cleaned up,” he said. “But I mean it. Don’t you move, now.”

I held up my hands in surrender and he got up, pulling the condom off his cock as he went down the stairs.

I closed my eyes and shivered lightly. The air against my sweat-soaked skin almost too cool to stand it. I missed his warmth at the same time my mind was left reeling over all that’d been done in the last – well, however long since we got naked.

I never in a million years would have guessed he was capable of such gentleness… but not only had henothurt me, he’d left me absolutely speechless. I’d never felt so coveted, so cherished… so appreciated and worshipped. I didn’t think I knew what to do with the feelings all of those things evoked.

I heard him moving around downstairs and closed my eyes, just listening, perking up when I heard water start to run in the gorgeous copper tub down below. He came back up and asked, “You walk?”

I grinned, biting my bottom lip, and sat up, reaching out a hand. He reached down and took it and hauled me to my feet. Off balance not expecting such a strong tug, I crashed into him laughing. He laughed too, and dipped, making me gasp as he came up with me in his arms. I put my arms around his neck and he grunted, hoisting me up a little better and he fuckingprincess carried medown the stairs.

“You’re surprising,” I murmured, looking up at him.

“Good,” he said, and I cocked my head curiously.

“Why do you say that?” I asked.

“Predictable is how you wind up dead,” he said.

I thought about that, but the thought was quickly lost.

“Oh!” I said in surprise, my jaw positively dropping. Candles burned all around the bathroom – all kinds in varying thicknesses and heights, casting the whole room in a wonderous golden glow.

“You like candles,” he said, and it wasn’t a question.

“I do,” I said softly.

“So, I lit some for you,” he said, setting me carefully on my feet by the tub.

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