Chapter 117
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But he wasgh. He grabbed my hand that held the knife brimping close to his throat close. I med in pull my hand
wry beat for sonerne who was whaking and burning, he wire bala strong prip
“Belladonna,” he called, his eyes Bixed on mine. His voice shook it, but his words still care at firm, and I could see what that was taking out of his body, but he didn’t stop. “Use it He pressed the knife deeper in his throat, and a beard of blood formed where it pienced his skin.
My eyes grew to the size of a saucer, and I tried to pull my hand way, but the more I struggled, the more the blade moved deeper, and more blood appeared. The bastardo didn’t even blink
“Let go!” I screamed, on the brink of having another panic attack
“Give me… your word,” he said, his gaze firm. “You… will use it.”
“Yes! Yes, I will!”
He let go, and I held the knife that had his blood in it. I looked at the knife that was shaking in my hand before I looked at the wound on his throat, but all I could see was just a red line.
I slowly looked up and met his eyes.
“Ask questions later,” he said.
I swallowed, nodding.
I took a deep breath, wiping the blood off the blade with my robe, which I took off, getting naked. I couldn’t see any more blood. I might cough up my guts.
I took another deep breath. “Okay. Relief, eh?”
He nodded, looking drained.
“See, that’s what happened when you chose to be a dick even when you were sick and dying.”
But it wasn’t fair to say that to a sick person, so I swallowed my words.
“No…. penetration,” he warned when I moved to sit on top of him
I paused, looking at him with an eyebrow raised. “Then how are you supposed to get relief?”
He just gave me a flat look. Even in this situation he was in, he still had that look. That was impressive.
I sighed dramatically, getting on top of him. “There goes my chance to have your dick inside me.” His lips quirked up, not a smirk, but quite close. It wouldn’t be so bad if he were this way every time, but those were selfish thoughts, Belladonna. He was in pain. “No penetration. Got it, husband. But I’m not going to suck your dick, my jaw’s still recovering. I’m going to try something else.” I smiled at him, leaning down and kissing his chest. “Something more fun.”
He watched me, his eyes hot on me. They grew clearer the more he blinked. He was still shaking, his body was still burn. but he seemed like he was in less pain.
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Chapter 117
“Your hair he groaned. “Tri me inhale”
taskel no question and just gave him what he wanted, shifting figher and resting my chest on his. He wrapped his arms around me, buying his nose deep in my hair and inhaling deeply. I felt his dick jerk at the same time that he shivered
“Your scent, Belladonma,” he purred–purred, I say!—moving hihips, his voice gaining back its firmness and sexiness too. “It’s soothing.” My chest tightened. “It’s helping. But it’s also what placed me in this situation.”
“Huh?” I asked, my head still on his chest. I could feel his wild heartbeat, and it was a damn mess, heating without a rhythm. “What do you mean?”
“Your scent triggered my rut,” he answered, his nose buried deep in my hair.
“What does that even mean?”
“Questions later, mogile.”
Dick.
“So are we going to get to the fun part, or are you going to sniff my hair all night?”
He inhaled one last time before he freed me from the cage that was his arms–not like I was complaining. Kade was finally holding me. So I would be a big sciocco if I complained.
I straightened my back, sliding down so his dick was resting against the soft insides of my thighs. Just that small move, and he hissed, his eyes clouding with pleasure, dark and wild.
This was going to be fun.
I smirked, tightening my legs together. “This isn’t penetration,” I said sweetly, rolling my hips just enough to drag him along my skin. “But this is close.”
A strangled sound tore from his throat as I squeezed harder, sliding up and down, his crown of his dick brushing dangerously close to my entrance. His hands gripped my hips, trembling, while his eyes begged for more.
“Belladonna…” His voice broke on my name, and I moaned softly. That
against him faster, my thighs slick with his precum.
Has the fuel I needed to go harder, and I rocked
My hands trailed up his chest, feeling his burning, smooth skin. They moved to his pecs, squeezing them together, my fingers teasing his nipples.
“Your nipples are so hard,” I breathed, my eyes fixed on his half–closed ones. “Do you want didn’t wait for his answer before I touched him, my fingers rubbing them.
me to touch them for you?” But I
He moaned really loud, and I felt myself grow wetter at that sound. I pinched his nipples, and he groaned, closing his eyes and I felt him cum, his orgasm turning my thighs sticky and warm.
“That was quick,” I said but I was smiling.
This was a sight. My husband looked delirious from pleasure, panting like he couldn’t get enough of me, looking at me like he wanted to pounce on me.
“Dreams do come true,” I purred, reaching back and touching his dick. He groaned deeply. Wow, he was still hard.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” he asked, his voice now clear. His shaking has also reduced, though he was still burning.
“Of course I am. Why shouldn’t I enjoy everything about this moment? You’re the one who said it, husband; when I’m g an opportunity, I should grab it with both hands. Who knows when I’ll get a second chance?”
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He just stared at me, and I smiled.
“I see that small action won’t be enough to get you the relief that you need,” I muttered, sliding off his body, my eyes never leaving his as I got to my knees between his legs, my face close this face. So let’s do something”
His gaze burned into me as I grabbed his dick, bringing it close my mouth. I licked his head and he groaned, his hands flexing on his sides. I sucked on his crown hard, licking the precon that poured out before I swallowed.
He moaned my name with that raspy voice of his and I nearly cane. I sucked on his dick, moving my head and down before I popped it out of my mouth with a wet sound.
“There. Should be wet enough”
1 rose until my chest aligned with his chest, my breasts brushing against his dick and he breathed a moan.
He was so vocal today. It was driving me crazy.
Slowly, I pressed my breasts together, squeezi
until not a silver of space remained. My gaze locked on his as I parted them
just enough to guide his length between the soft swell of my cleavage, and then I pressed my breasts together again, closing the space and trapping him in a tight, silken prison of flesh.
Which in my definition, is bliss.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
