Page 84 of BounBound By Scars

Fuck.

I was right there.

I tapped her ass—my silent signal that if she didn’t want me to come down her throat, she needed to move. But she didn’t. She stayed.

And when my release hit, it came fast and hard, my moan muffled against her skin as her body sagged forward, still pulsing from her own high.

I couldn’t help it—I licked her clit again. Once. Twice.

She jolted with each stroke, whimpering, breathless.

She stayed like that for a long while before turning around. Staring at my smug face.

But I sobered pretty quickly when I saw tears streaming down her face.

And I knew. Iknewit wasn’t because my cock was in her mouth earlier.

She slowly crawled up my chest, her face nestled in the crook of my neck.

I wrapped her in my arms—my heart pounding out of my chest.

What—

She sniffled and that bloody organ in my chest just about gave out.

“Heer,” I croaked—my voice tight with fear.

Did I do something?

Fuck.

She whispered against my neck. “I’m sorry.”

I frowned as I shifted us, so I could see her face.

This time, I didn’t hold back. I wiped the tears away.

I couldn’t handle them, dammit.

“Baby, why are you sorry?”

She sobbed then.

What the fuck?

I held her tight, fearing I was losing her again.

My gut twisted.

“Talk to me,” my voice trembled. “Please, talk to me,Heer.”

She hiccuped between her sobs and said something I couldn’t hear.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t understand. Please repeat that, baby.”

She sobbed again, clutching my neck for dear life.

Oh my God. I was going to fucking die.

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