Page 11 of His Daggered Heart
“I’m sorry,” is all I can manage to whisper, hoping she can feel that with every ounce of my being that I’m fucking sorry. But she broke me, too.
“Who was she?” she asks. I wasn’t expecting that question.
“Who is the girl who answered my phone?”
“Yes. Did you fuck her while I was at home hoping you’d come, hoping you’d realize that you’re the only man I could love? Hoping you would realize that I’m the one for you, every broken piece of my heartbeat for you? Every tainted part of my soul was yours and I would have never hurt you. Not on purpose.”
“No, I didn’t fuck her. I haven’t fucked anyone.”
She stares at me like she’s trying to figure out if I’m lying. So I decide to prove to her that I’m not, even though she has been parading around campus with that cowboy of hers. Deep down, I know she belongs to me. No matter what she’s done, she will always be mine. I move to face her.
“Come here, angel.” She winces at the use of her nickname but I pull her into me. “Climb over the console.’ I need to feel her even if it’s just this once.
She hesitates. Then she swings her legs over the console and I try to pull her into my lap but she stays seated on it. Facing me with her legs in my lap, I run my hands up and down her legs and her eyes shut. She likes it. She’s wearing a short black pleated skirt with a black crop top that is held together in the middle of her breasts by a little heart encrusted with diamonds. She opens her eyes when my hand reaches her bare pussy, because, of course, she isn’t wearing any panties. The breathy sigh that leaves her plump, parted lips causes my dick to twitch.
I look into her eyes. Even though I want to taste her right here and now, the next words that leave my mouth are crucial. I need her to forgive me. Fuck, I just need her.
Alex
It’s taking everything in me to not climb onto his lap, pull his dick out and let him fuck me raw right here. I want him so damn bad, it hurts. My pussy is soaking wet for him and he feels it. I don’t know how he is keeping his composure when mine is slipping with every passing second. A moan escapes my lips as he runs his fingers up and down my slit, gently teasing my clit with each passing stroke. And then he stops, looking straight into my eyes.
“Angel, if you wanted the moon I would give it to you. Don’t you get that by now? You mean everything to me, Alex Monroe. I’m not leaving again. I’m not letting go. I know I fucked up. I broke your trust and did the one thing I promised I never would. I just... I need you to put yourself in my shoes, baby, please. I’m so fucking sorry.”
He pauses, breaking eye contact for a few seconds. He inhales deeply and continues.
“I didn’t leave to hurt you, I left to save myself because I am so wrapped up in you, so in fucking love that it scared me. You’re my drug, my addiction, and when I wasn’t with you I was feening for you. Your scent, your touch, those lips.” He rubs his thumb across them, smearing the red lipstick, his eyes zoned in on me like a starved man, and I’m the meal. “This pussy.”
I startle as he enters two fingers inside me.
“I’m sorry, angel,” he says as he moves them back out and swirls them around my clit. He leans in and kisses my cheek, my jaw, my neck. I moan. I’m about to say fuck it. “Let me show you how sorry I am.”
He moves to his knees and spreads my legs wide open. He looks up at me as he lifts my skirt and inhales my scent.
“You smell so fucking delicious.”
He leans in and bites my inner thigh, causing my body to jolt. I lean back, holding myself up on the seat. “Kohen, please,” my voice is thick with lust. I want him inside me now.
He looks up at me, his brows furrowed. “You shouldn’t be the one begging, angel. I’m the one on my knees, so please let me eat this pretty pussy until you come all over my face.”
I don’t know what to say, but what I do know is I need this. I need him. I’ve missed it.
I pull his face towards my pussy and he smirks. His hands move to spread my lips as he begins to devour me.
It’s euphoric, the way he laps up all my juices and works his magical tongue inside my pussy as he plays with my clit, my body jerking from the sensitivity. My body is on fire, every single cell reactive to him. Every piece of me feels like a live wire. Each stroke of his tongue, every graze of his finger brings me closer to the edge. I feel like I’m going to explode. I need this release and I know he needs it, too.
He moves back to stare at me. “You taste so fucking good, angel. Tell me this pussy is mine.” He inserts his middle finger inside me, fucking me with it. The message doesn’t go unnoticed, and if possible, it only turns me on more. I clench around it.
“It’s yours, handsome.”
He smirks. “Such a good fucking girl.”
I push down on his hand and roll my hips into his finger thrusts.
“Goddamn, angel. Turn around now.”
I do as I’m told and when he lifts the skirt from the back, he plants a smack on my ass so hard, it causes me to whimper.
“Did that hurt, angel?” he asks as he wraps my hair around his hand and tugs gently.