Starkeeper of the Fractured Crown

I chewed on my lip, tears burning my eyes. “I’ve disappointed you.”

He turned back to me, filling up the room like a true god would. “You have never once disappointed me, Kyra. Not once.”

I sucked in my lips, eyes falling to his clearly outlined hardened cock. I didn’t want him seeing me naked, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t return the favor.

My eyes lifted back to his and I found an animal in his place.

“Angel,” he warned, his voice guttural.

Without breaking eye contact, I slid off the edge of the bed and hit my knees.

“You will not have an ounce of control. Not one,” he reminded me.

My mouth watered, a response on my lips, but honestly, I was still dripping for him. I was still riding the euphoria. Ineededhim inside of me, and although I wanted it somewhere else, this would have to do.

I straightened and reached for the button on his pants. My hands shook ever so slightly, and I couldn’t even guess what it was from.

The adrenaline.

The excitement.

The orgasm.

There was no good way to figure it out.

As soon as his button was undone, I managed to zip his zipper down only partway before he sprang free, and my mind went blank.

Completely and utterly blank. It was…definitelynothuman.

“Don’t just stare at it, Kyra, take it.”

I swallowed at the demand in his voice. It was something I couldn’t ignore, not now.

I wrapped my hand around it, feeling a liquid heat grow in the depths of my stomach again. My fingers didn’t even touch. That alone had me slightly terrified, not to mention the length.

There was no way in hell I could take all of that anywhere.

But fuck me if I didn’t want to try.

I felt his hand thread into my hair at the crown of my head. He grabbed a fistful of it and held my head in place.

My heart slammed as I looked up, my eyes locking with his. The pure lust in his eyes had me weak in the knees. In fact, had I been standing, I might have collapsed from that alone.

I turned back to his hardened cock and ran my tongue over my lips before finally leaning it.

I wrapped my lips around it, earning a deep groan from Trick’s throat. I swirled my tongue around his tip before slowly taking it in.

Trick’s hand tightened in my hair, pain sliding down my spine as another breathless moan met my ears.

I was doing that.

I was pulling that sound from him.

A kind of arrogant confidence filled me then as I forced myself to take more. I relaxed the back of my throat, taking him until a horrid sound escaped me.

When I went to pull back his hand kept me in place.

I grabbed his thigh in my free hand, eyes prickling with tears as he held me there. I tried to hold it. I tried to let him have as long as he wanted, but I couldn’t keep the gag back.