“I make this mistake with you every single time. I know we need to work through things, but I can’t stop myself.” He gripped her ankles and tugged her down until she was in the perfect position for him to drop to his knees and get his face right in her pussy.
She was about to point out that they were living in the moment, but the first swipe of his tongue took her breath away. He didn’t play around. He started eating her pussy like the starving man he was.
His tongue plunged deep as he parted the petals of her pussy and his thumb found her clit.
She clutched the soft comforter and bit back a cry, spreading herself open so he didn’t miss an inch of her pussy. She didn’t think about the fact that she was wetter than she’d been in forever, that she could smell her own arousal. All that mattered was Beck groaning against her sensitive flesh and the long luxurious licks of his tongue.
Her eyes closed as pure sensation took over, rushing across her skin and making the blood thrum through her as she moved closer and closer to orgasm.
He pressed down and pleasure washed over her, sweeping away all her cares and worries. They were gone in a wave of heat and satisfaction, the thrill heightening her senses.
Beck rose to his feet, staring down at her. “Now I think we can really get started.”
She caught the gleam in his eyes and knew he was far from done for the night.
* * * *
Beck stared down at the woman who’d always been the center of his universe, and a feeling far more satisfying than any orgasm flowed through him.
He had another shot with her. She was here. She wasn’t running. Oh, he knew he would have to deal with some bullshit about how much better they would be apart in a couple of months if he didn’t prove to her how they’d changed, but he had no intention of failing at that.
He reached to the small tray he’d place on the edge of the bed before she’d gotten naked. While he’d been leading her through a personal inventory, he’d brought this little kit out and set it where he could reach it easily.
What he hadn’t told her was he’d gone through the same exercise while he’d taken a shower. He’d closed his eyes and told himself that Kim was safe, that Roman was safe.
That his brother was safe.
The day had been rough. He knew the cop could have been honest in his reasoning for pulling them over, but he doubted it. He didn’t believe in coincidence anymore. He had to think that Levi now knew Ezra was alive. And then there was that mysterious note Kim hadn’t mentioned to him. She’d brought it to Tag. He’d had to let that go, too.
He had to earn her trust back.
But she was here, and he left behind the worry of the day because he’d promised her they would spend this time in the now.
And the now included making her scream for him again.
“I want you to kneel on the bed for me.”
Her eyes came open. “What? Beck, come on. I’m good. You can go for it.”
How quickly she forgot. It was time to show her that he meant business. He gripped her ankles and easily flipped her over so he had access to her gorgeous ass. She’d barely gotten out a minor shriek before his hand came down in a short arc. It wasn’t more than a light crack against her cheek, but it made her gasp.
“I said I want you to get on your knees for me.”
“I already did that,” she shot back like the brat she was.
He’d only ever dealt with perfectly submissive partners for the simple fact that he wasn’t going to touch one of them sexually. He was strictly a service top at Sanctum. He spanked subs and whipped them when they wanted. He always used a chair and St. Andrew’s Crosses. He rarely ever used his hand during a spanking.
Because it was all for her. All for this mouthy brat who’d held his heart in her hands more years than he cared to admit.
He slapped her ass again. “You remember your safe word?”
Her head turned slightly, and she wrinkled her nose his way. “You think I need a safe word for that baby tap, Beck? You forget who I am.”
He wasn’t the one who’d forgotten she was a Valkyrie glorious bitch goddess he worshipped with his whole heart. He gave her a harder smack, one that got her skin pink. “I know exactly who you are.” He spanked her again. “Do you know who I am? Because I can spank you all night.”
He gave her another three, each slightly harder than the last, and she was breathless when he finished, but she got up to her knees.
“Happier?” she asked, apparently unwilling to stop the saucy replies.
“Yes, because you’ve given me new ways to punish you.” He grabbed her from behind, dragging her back against his chest and getting his hands on those magnificent breasts of hers. He cupped them and let his fingers find her nipples. He gave her a hard tweak that made her wriggle against him. “See. I can pull and pinch all your sweet parts like this.”
Her head fell back against his shoulder. “I’m sorry, Beck.”
He should tell her to call him Sir, but he didn’t want that. He liked his name coming from her mouth. For so long he’d denied himself the name he’d grown up with. Hearing her say it with that breathy plea in her voice brought him right back to the moment when he knew they were meant to be together.
She’d believed it even when the world had fallen apart. She’d had faith.
It was time to repay her.
His cock was coming back to life rapidly. He rubbed himself against the seam of her ass, nestling himself lightly there. “I love you.”
She stiffened in
