Page 53 of Reckoning

“Don’t you want to finish what you started?” I say.

That seems to have the effect I was after. His lips curl. His eyes drop from my face back to where they belong.

His hands move, grabbing my thighs. Now that I’m obviously awake he’s less gentle in manoeuvring me, not that I’m complaining.

As he holds my legs apart, opening me up as wide as possible, he lowers his mouth and this time, this time he’s not messing around. He goes to town, he starts eating me out like he’s a starving man and I am a feast.

I arch my back, I cry out, gripping the sheets to tightly I think they might rip. Fuck, the things this man can do with his tongue. He’s sliding it inside me, fucking me with it. I rock my hips as best I can. I want him to destroy me right now. I want him to do disgusting things, to use me, to get me off.

He’s groaning, his hand reaches up and he slaps my breast. I gasp more from shock than pain. He’s just so dominating. So fucking aggressive.

And more than that, I love the fact that he’s not holding back. That he’s taking what he wants, taking what we both want. He’s not treating me like a victim, or a child. No, it feels like I’m his equal. It feels like he knows exactly what I can handle and he’s more than willing to provide it.

His fingers thrust inside me, replacing his tongue.

He’s not exactly a small man and even with two digits I feel stretched to the limit.

“Oh god,” I gasp.

“You like that, Sofia?” He replies in that deep gravelly tone of his. He sounds just as high as I feel right now.

“More,” I moan. “I need more.”

He growls, fucking me harder, curling his fingers, making me see stars.

I claw at him, I don’t even realise I’m doing it until I hear the rip of his t-shirt. How the fuck is he still dressed right now? Why is he still dressed?

I open my mouth to berate him. He’s got to see my body, why the fuck can I not see his? Only words don’t come out. Nothing comes out.

I arch my back, I jerk, suddenly coming so hard I think I might just snap my back in half.

Koen leans right over me, murmuring, praising me, telling me how beautiful I am, how fucking perfect I am, all the while still punishing me with those fingers. And the way he says it, he makes me almost believe that it’s true.

I slump back, lying on what feels like soaking wet sheets.

Koen is sat back, on his haunches, watching me with a guarded look on his face. Does he think that was a mistake? Is he regretting it now?

“You weren’t meant to wake.” He says in a tone I can’t figure out. Is he mad I woke up? Is that his kink? That he gets off only when the girl is asleep?

I chew my lip, unsure how to reply. There isn’t exactly a rulebook for what we just did. You don’t normally allow someone who’s essentially assaulting you to continue when you catch them.

“I can lie back down.” I hear myself saying. “I can pretend to be asleep.”

His lips curl and I can’t even explain the sense of relief that gives me. “It’s too late for that. You’ve ruined it, Sofia. “ He says.

Ruined. I’ve ruined it. Something inside me reacts to that.

“Will you, will you not come again?” I whisper. Christ, I sound pathetic.

He tilts his head, taking in deep breaths like he’s trying to get himself under control. “Do you want me to?”

“You didn’t get off.” I reply, glancing down to where I know he’s hard.

He lets out a low laugh that’s so disarming. It feels like I’m bartering with the devil. I don’t know how to manage this man, how to even hold a conversation with him. I’m so far out of my depth.

“It’s not about me, sweetheart.” He states, running his fingertips up my leg. “It’s about you, I’ve been teaching your body, retraining it.”

My eyes widen. “How, how many times have you…?” I can’t even finish that sentence. I can feel my cheeks blushing but I don’t know if it’s shame at the fact I’ve been unaware or shame at the fact I’m not even angry at him.

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