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I shimmy down his body as I pull them off him, exposing him to the warm air of the room and watch his cock spring free. I remove them from him fully and carefully fold them and crawl to the end of the bed to place them with everything else.
I want to make sure he gets to enjoy the view, so he can dream of me tonight instead of everything else that haunts him. I move up his body, opening his legs and spreading him so I can fit between them. Once I’m in position I grab the covers and place them on my shoulders.
“You will only dream of me tonight, mon chéri. Of us in this bed and the things we wish to do to each other in it. I’ll take care of you, I promise,” I whisper, but it sounds like an oath. I don’t let him reply as I grip his cock in one hand and open my mouth. My tongue traces every inch of him to get his length nice and wet, his breath shaky as he releases it but stops all together when I take him into my mouth until he hits the back of my throat.
I lick, suck, and fuck his cock into my mouth as if it will absolve me of all my sins.
His cock is perfection, gliding in and out of my mouth like it was made for me. I hollow my cheeks to give him a blow job he’ll never forget. I use my other hand to massage and stroke his balls, enjoying the way they draw up as his release builds.
I flick my tongue over the head and slit.
“Fuck, yes. Just like that,” he groans.
I sense him watching me, seeing me suck his cock like my life depends on it and moaning at the sight. He’s close as his muscles tighten in preparation and I count down the seconds until I can taste him again.
“I’m going to come,” he whispers.
I hum at the thought and the vibration tips him over the edge, he comes and erupts into my mouth. I drink down everydrop of him, licking him clean as he relaxes into the bed further. He’s breathing heavy and his eyelids are dropping from the exhaustion of his climax.
I place a kiss to the tip of his cock, making it twitch before I climb up the bed, dragging the covers with me to cover him up. I hover over his relaxed body and use one hand to trace his face like I had before he was undressed.
I skim his jaw, his eyebrow, cheek, nose, and lips before placing two light kisses to the corners of his mouth again. He sighs contentedly, his eyes unable to stay open now as he starts to drift into sleep.
“Goodnight, Rai, sleep well, mon âme,” I whisper as I slip out from under the covers, careful not to jolt him.
I watch him sleep for a while before turning out the lights, slipping my jacket onto my shoulders, and slinking out of his suite and into my own. Finally satisfied and sated by tasting him again, no blood, human or creature, will ever douse the hunger I have for him.
It’ll only ever be him; I understand that now.
CHAPTER 21
Pancakes and Pain
RAI
My eyes flicker open, sleep still at the edges of my vision as it tries to lull me back under.
I had the craziest dream, and I don’t know how my bed came to feel like a cloud when I know it’s a lumpy mess I barely fit on, but I’ll take it. I’ve not slept this well in a long time, and part of me wants to stay in bed all day.
The room is wrapped in darkness, the only light filtering in from under a door opposite the bed. Although now that I’m more awake, I realise this layout is off. I take stock of what I can, and the silk sheets I’m surrounded by come to my attention. I definitely don’t own any silk sheets.
Where the fuck am I?
I’m about to freak out when everything comes back to me—getting a major break in the case, celebrating with Nico eating pizza and drinking beer, then the break in. I scrub my hands over my face remembering how our apartments looked. Nico’s, as predicted, was in a worse state than mine.
I remember Valeska and Sunny showing up, coming to save us from hunting for a hotel for the night and coming to bed.Fuck. Having Valeska take care of me, putting herself on displayfor me before giving me the best blow job of my life…she’s ruined me.
I’m instantly hard again thinking about it. She’d done exactly what she said she would, taking care of me and helping me to have a peaceful sleep. The only dream I had was of us in this bed like she’d said I would.
My cock throbs against the silk sheets, but I should ignore it and not give in to the desire. Me and her can never work, two people on opposite sides of life. I’ll always be hunting the criminals, and she will always be socialising with them, running in the same circles as the elite.
I fist my cock anyway, picturing her crawling up my body in that underwear that can only be described as jewellery and her sultry eyes that told me exactly how good she could make me feel. If I hadn’t been bone tired, I’d have ravaged her.
I replay my dream as I pump my cock faster, where she crawled further up my body until she was poised over my face, her hands gripping the headboard as she seats that perfect pussy down and I eat her out, not caring that I can’t breathe, just desperate to make her come while she rides my face.
I barely throw the expensive bedding off me in time as I spill my seed onto my stomach. I’m breathing hard, but it’s not taken the edge off like I wanted it to. Only she can do that for me it seems.
I blow out a breath in frustration before swinging my legs out of bed to clean up and get ready for the morning. When I check my phone, I see it’s already nearly lunch. Luckily it’s the weekend which means Nico and I don’t need to be in the office.
