Page 54 of Faded Rhythm

He takes a slow, deep breath. The answer comes out on his exhale.

“Yeah.”

My mouth finds his ear. I lick a slow path up the shell, sucking the lobe into my mouth. I can’t help but smile when his dick throbs in my hand.

“Tell me the truth,” I murmur in his ear. “Is your mission really more important than tasting my pussy again?”

“Fuck.” He groans softly as I move my hand. A slow, gentle caress on the best part of him.

“I’m trying to keep you alive,” he grits. “That’s important to me.”

I bite his earlobe, licking across it to soothe the sting.

“Then come over here and give me something to live for.”

He turns in my direction, rolling on top of me. I quickly spread my legs and he settles between them, bringing his forehead to rest on top of mine.

And I feel more alive than I have in years.

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Sable

The air between usfeels strange. Alien. Like an intrusion or an obstacle. I need him on me. In me. But he seems content to hover above me, his arms braced on either side of my head, his dark eyes wild and searching. His body is tense, like he’s holding back a part of himself I haven’t seen yet.

I want that part.

I reach up and slide my fingers along his jaw, feeling the stubble scrape against my skin.

“What are you waiting for?” I murmur.

He dips his head, kissing me softly. Then, “I want you to ask me nicely.”

“Excuse me?”

Another soft kiss. “You want this dick, right? Ask me nicely.”

“Why are you playing games?”

“It’s not a game. You’re a southern girl. Show me some hospitality.”

I curl my fingers around his chin and squeeze. “You like having power over me.”

He doesn’t deny it. Instead, he slips his tongue into my mouth and steals the air I breathe.

God, he kisses so good, I fold instantly. Not only am I willing to ask him nicely for some dick, I’m willing to crawl over hot coals just to feel the tip.

“King. Will you please make love—“

“Say ‘fuck’.”

“Will you please fuck me?”

He lets some of his weight settle onto me, almost like he’s rewarding me for my obedience. Which turns me on. “Why?” he demands. “Tell me why.”

“Because I want you,” I say, arching into him, needing more.

He nods. “Now tell me what you like. Usually, I figure that out for myself, but we don’t have time for the research phase.”

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