“Why don’t you thank me properly,” he rasps before dragging his tongue across my bottom lip.
With a firm hand wrapped around my hair, he pulls my head away. I love the way his eyes eat me up. How his thumb runs over my wet lip like he’s thinking of all the dirty things he wants to do to me. How he can’t seem to resist me as much as I can’t resist him.
I’m so turned on, and the smirk on his face says he knows it.
He presses his thumb into my bottom lip, rolling it out before sliding the tip into my mouth. I close my mouth around the digit and swirl my tongue around it. I feel a little insecure until I see the lust flaring in his eyes.
“Astra,” he whispers in a strained voice. “Don’t fucking tease me.”
He guides me down his body, and I rain kisses on every inch I slide toward his hardness.
I stop and stare. It’s so… beautiful? Can I say that? It’s big and thick, and looks heavy. The head is flushed red, and a pearl of clear liquid sits at the tip. I want to lick it, so I do, letting my tongue dart out to capture it.
He spreads his thighs wider as I settle on my knees between them. I tuck myself as close to his body as I can, hunching over as I grab his shaft in my hand. It’s hard and smooth. I barely bite back the giggle that tries to slip out. I’m not laughing at him. It just feels… well, unlike what I thought it would feel like.
Truth is, I don’t think I’ve thought much about what it would feel like. I can’t help running my fingertips up and down it before gripping it lightly in my fist. I can’t quite close my hand around it, but that doesn’t stop me from giving it a few good tugs.
He sucks in a breath through his teeth, causing me to look up at him.
My tongue darts out again, and I lick the rim of the head of his shaft. His half-lidded eyes stay locked onto mine, emboldening me to open my mouth and take him in.
I nearly moan as he slides over my tongue. The weight, the silky skin, it’s more than I can take. I’m wet and aroused. I feel powerful as I close my lips around him and start to suck.
There’s something about being here. I feel like I’ve got the power. The power to satisfy him, but also the power to torture him. His pleasure is in my hands.
I think I like this feeling… a lot.
He uses both hands to carefully gather my hair up into a ponytail at the back of my head. Once he has all the strands together, he holds my gathered hair firm enough to guide me, but not so hard that I feel roots being pulled. And as he moves my head up and down, he’s doing it with a caring ease. Coaxing me but not pushing.
“That’s it, My Beauty. It feels so good,” he rasps out. “Suck me harder. Mmmm. That’s it.”
I can tell he’s getting close when his chest rises and falls faster. I can also feel a static change in the air. He pulses against my tongue. I don’t have a chance to think about what I need to do. He spills into my mouth, and I choke when his hips suddenly jerk up and the flared head grazes the back of my throat. But I don’t let it stop me. I swallow his salty seed down, loving how I get to keep a piece of him, even if it’s just for now.
“Damn, Astra,” he says, sounding breathless. His body sags into the mattress as I crawl back up it and let him take my weight. “That was…” He doesn’t finish, but the satisfied hum that follows is enough of a tell.
I kind of feel a bit of pride. Maybe it’s strange, but I don’t really care.
Donovan’s taking me out. He’s going to spend the day with me. And tonight, I get to experience Halloween.
It sounds like the makings of a perfect day.
TWENTY-EIGHT
Donovan
Night falls quicker than I want it to.
Quicker than I’m ready for.
I’m pacing the hall outside of the room where most of Astra’s stuff still resides.
If we make it through tonight, that will be the first thing I change. She won’t be a guest in my house. She’ll be moving in. Her things will be in my room. She’ll sleep in my bed.
I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m not letting her go. Not even death will keep us apart, I don’t care if I have to pull her down to Hell with me. We’re connected. We’re meant to be, as ridiculous as that sounds.
Astra is mine.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this anxious,” Torrin says as he stands near the landing of the stairs. He’s wearing a red suit, black tie, and a stupid headband with cheap-looking red horns. Oh, and they light up. This isn’t the first time I’ve rolled my eyes at his so-called costume.
