“No,” I growled and yanked her to me. “She won’t tell a soul out there.”
“What if someone walks—oh, fuck.” She moaned as I sucked her clit into my mouth.
“Better hurry and come on my tongue, then.” The gun clattered to the floor as I went to work—devouring her perfect little cunt. Her fingers speared into my hair, and those claws of hers finally came out, digging into my scalp. She moaned as I thrust my fingers in and curved them up, then pressed forcefully.
“You want to know somethin’?”
“Now?” she asked incredulously, chest rising and falling as she clung to the mirror for dear life.
“Now's as good as ever, I suppose.” I kept my fingers deep inside her, stroking her over and over, then swiped my tongue over her clit, making her buck up against me.“Fuck,you taste so good.”
“Car, I can’t even”—her words came out clipped, breaths ragged—“think.”
“I haven’t done this to anyone else.”
Her body stiffened, and to keep her from getting mad, I started pumping my fingers harder. If I could make her bleed for me again like she’d done the first time we were together, only this time by thoroughly fucking her with my hand and mouth, Iwould. But I wasn’t lying. Going down on a woman felt like submission—not that I was against that. I just refused to submit to anyone else. To get on my knees and thoroughly worship a woman was something I’d waited ten years to do again. And admitting that aloud had been just as eye-opening to me as it probably was to her.
“You’re good at this.” She started grinding against my face and pulling me closer by the death grip she had on my hair.
“Easy to be good at things you enjoy.” Her walls clenched my fingers at either my words or my actions. So, I did both again. “Come for me, sweetheart. Let me taste more of you.”
“My god!”Her orgasm ripped through her, drenching my fingers as her tight pussy convulsed. I pulled my fingers free and replaced them with my tongue, her arousal coating it in delicious waves. She moaned louder and threw her head back against the mirror.
I finished devouring every last drop before allowing a deplorable grin to spread. “I’ve been called a lot of things, Ly.” Her hand slumped from my hair as I stood and prowled over her, pushing a few strands of hair away from her damp forehead. Lyra’s eyes refused to open, too lost in the aftershocks. “And I think beingyour godis the only one I care to keep.”
25
Lyra
The Sentimentality
Iwas silent as Carver adjusted the lace back over my aching pussy. I remained silent as he helped me down from the counter. My lips were sealed shut as he cupped my head in his hands and checked me over—my disheveled hair, the unevenstraps on my shoulders, and lipstick that must’ve been smudged to hell. I didn’t say a single word as he adjusted all of those things, and he didn’t say a word, either.
It was funny how that tongue of his could wag when he was eating me out, both to speak and to—well, make me come, as I’d asked. No,begged.I begged him to continue, and he obliged. But now that it was over, neither of us could seem to form any words.
Carver’s fingers threaded through mine as he guided me to the exit, the bar still as lively as it had been when we entered. Only that dash of red had been missing from the lot, and if my lips weren’t numbed shut, I’d probably smile at the reminder of what had just happened.
Vengeance was nice. What wasn’t so nice was the twist of my insides as Carver squeezed my hand when he looked over his shoulder. When his eyes raked over my body as if he was making sure I was okay. When those same eyes shifted to the truck I hadn’t realized we were already standing beside, the passenger door wide open and ready for me.
I blinked, trying to blend the man before me with the one I’d known all those years ago. The last time I’d done this, all I saw was a monster. A man so fixed on anger that he’d bend the bars of Hell to make everything as he thought it should be again.
It seems I’d been wrong about what he was breaking free from Hell to do.
I didn’t know how to handle you comin’ back, but now, I do.
“Ly.” His voice broke as his hand slid to the small of my back. He cleared it quickly. “Do you want me to help you get in?”
Hishelp? First, I needed a room to stay in. Then, he made it so I needed him and a contract for money.Helponly led to being damned.
“No.” I hauled myself into the truck faster than he seemed to register, and when I slammed the door in his face, he was lucky he took a step back before the metal dinged his head.
He took a few beats before stepping around and settling into the driver’s seat, but when he did, I was done being silent.
“What was all that in there?”
“Allthat?” he asked.
I huffed in agitation. “You’re really going to make me repeat what happened?”
