Page 29 of The Beautiful Blade

I kept suckling. Swallowing him down. Licking up the excess that managed to dribble down his length. I dabbed at my chin and caught those dregs, too. I let none of him escape me.

It was better than when he had his mouth on me. The power of it. The command of it. I wanted to do it again.

I reached for his semi-hard cock. Preparing to take him again. He never let me rest at one orgasm. Turnabout was fair play.

Somehow, he found the strength to hold me at bay. He pressed his length directly against my core but notinto it.

"Can you feel this?"

"Yes," I cheered, finally about to get what I wanted.

"It's yours. I'm yours."

"Yes, you are. You are mine. And I am yours."

"You are my constant, Charlotte. You are my starlight, my guide out of the darkness."

"You will never be in darkness again because I will never leave your side."

He kissed me then. Tenderly, deeply. Even though I closed my eyes to savor the feel of his lips against mine, all I saw was the light of him above me. I reached for that lightning rod between his legs.

Jorge pulled away from me again. "You can have this once we win the Games."

I groaned, flopping back against the mattress. “The Games can wait. I want the prize I truly fought for.”

"I'll let you have your way with me after we've won."

"Why do we have to win? Can't we just leave?"

Jorge rose on his forearm to look down at me. "Charlotte, there's no leaving the Games. There are only three options; you win, you die, or you are conscripted."

I'd watched these games for as long as I could remember, and I don't think I ever knew that. I only knew what became of the winners. I paid little attention to the losers who died. Even less attention to thosewho survived but weren't on the winner's platform in the end.

"Can't we try to escape?"

"If we escaped, which has never been done before, then we'll face Adom."

"He's Adom to you, then?"

"If we weren't hardened warriors, he might call me his best friend. Although yesterday, I had every intention of stealing his bride from him. So I doubt he'll ask me to stand up for him during the wedding ceremony."

"It wouldn't have been stealing. I would've never married him. The moment they lead me out of Evergrove, I never intended to go back. I never intended to meet him. I only intended to find you."

Jorge's throat worked. Had he doubted me? Foolish man; he was mine. I was not leaving this world without him. At least not without having him. And there was the real possibility that one or both of us might not survive today.

"The least you can do is let me touch it again."

"No." He smirked.

"Just put the tip in. You're already so close."

I moved toward him. Jorge got off the bed. He was gloriously naked, and his cock was no longer semi-hard. It was definitively hard.

"Cock tease."

"I need you fighting mad when we go in there, not sated."

His words sobered me. He was right, of course. He always was when it came to keeping me safe. As much as I wanted to lose myself in the quiet moments with him, there was a battle waiting for us—a fight we couldn’t afford to lose.

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