Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 120475 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 602(@200wpm)___ 482(@250wpm)___ 402(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 120475 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 602(@200wpm)___ 482(@250wpm)___ 402(@300wpm)
Is he praying right now? I only realize in this moment that I’ve never actually stopped to ask him if he actually believes in… I glance around. All… this.
“What are you thinking?” I whisper.
“I’m giving thanks for you.” I love that he responds immediately. His brow furrows. “And I’m thinking I want you to hold me down with your weight on my chest and shove my face sideways into the ground while you ride my cock. That’s what I’m thinking.”
I gasp, his words stealing the breath from my lungs. “Holy fuck that’s hot.”
My pussy clenches, wanting everything he just described.
But for once, I don’t immediately give in to the need that has my body twitching and use the gift of patience and discipline the man on his knees before me gave me.
And what a fucking gift it is. I close my eyes and luxuriate in the feelings making my stomach squirm and my pussy muscles clench and unclench.
Over the last year, before meeting Bane, I had totally lost connection with my body.
Ever since… Ever since I betrayed my brother without meaning to.
Whether or not I meant to, Anna was hurt in a way she almost couldn’t come back from. I forced her into a terrible situation with consequences that have lasted to this day. For both her and my brother.
And I’m sorry.
Oh God, I’m so, so sorry.
Tears squeeze out of my eyes. Yes, I was just being my normal, rebellious, thoughtless self.
I reach for the silver chalice of wine, bring it to my mouth, then tip my head back and close my eyes.
Yes, I was being my normal, thoughtless self. And people got hurt.
Both are true. And I will absolutely try to be more conscientious in the future. I will beg for forgiveness on my knees.
But whether or not Domhn or anyone else fucking acknowledges it, it’s also the truth that I am trying.
I’m trying when it would be so much fucking easier to give up.
No one but Bane has ever seen that. How fucking hard I fight every fucking day, and how brave it is to keep showing up as well as I do in the world. Even if everyone thinks I’m a disaster, he looks at me and thinks I’m stunning.
Somehow, he gets it. He gets that every morning, apart from a few bad months earlier this year, I get out of fucking bed, and I try.
“My blood.” My voice rings out in the church as I lift the chalice. “Spilled for the forgiveness of your sins. Drink and be whole.”
I spill the wine down my chest, letting it flow down the valley between my breasts. It cascades down my belly to my sex.
Where Bane’s mouth swiftly moves to my pussy to gulp up my offering.
The wine finishes pouring from the chalice, and I drop it to the table, too distracted to do anything else because, oh god—
I grab Bane’s hair, fingernails clenched right at his scalp as his mouth continues licking, then suckling at my cunt.
“Oh!” I cry and then can’t manage words as my pussy flutters with pleasure that bites straight up to my belly. My other hand scrabbles somewhere at the fabric of Bane’s shoulder, pulling his mouth deeper into me.
Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit.
My mouth opens, but nothing comes out. I don’t have sound.
My fingertips are too busy lighting up with pulsing fire.
My chest convulses with the orgasm I didn’t even realize was already building, now racing up and down my spine.
Motherfucker, how does that feel so goddamned good?
I drop his shoulder to brace myself back on the altar while my hips buck up into his perfect, slurping, magical mouth.
I keep one hand fisted in his hair, though, and thank god I’m holding on to something because he takes me right back up to the peak almost as soon as I’ve come down from the last one.
I screech some sort of animal noise because, Oh! Now my goddamn spine is lit up. Good god, it’s busting out the top of my scalp this time.
Coherent thought blanks out for a minute as I wrap my legs around his head and hump the man’s damn face. He only eats more voraciously. Motorboating my pussy one second. Then the next, licking deep inside my cunt so, so deeply with his wicked tongue.
“Oh, God!” I scream, coming harder than any of the previous warm-ups, hips shuddering violently against Bane’s face.
THIRTY-FIVE
BANE
She fucks my face, and goddamnit, I love the shameless way she uses me. Yes. This. This is how it should be.
I smother my face in her cunt. I can’t remember the last time I took a breath. My lungs are burning.
I don’t fucking care. I don’t deserve to breathe. She just keeps coming, and all I want in the world is to lose myself in this perfect pussy.