22. Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Two

Z ylus

I've envisioned this a thousand times over the last three months, but it's never been like this. Like fire and ice. Like a tsunami, a wall of water so high and powerful it threatens to consume me.

Misty's curvy body, warm and silken, is pressed to me. Her arms are tight around my neck, wordlessly urging me to lift her into my embrace. My breath gusts out of me in bursts between the loud, smacking kisses I bestow on every inch of her cheeks before focusing on her lips.

I worried the intervening months had made me forget the sweet, magical taste of her, but I didn't. She tastes just as I remember.

"Misty," I husk, then return to plying her soft lips with mine until she opens to me.

I'm breathless and need to come up for air, but the very air I breathe is less important than giving her more kisses.

"I'm sorry. So sorry. I've been stubborn," she manages to say before she spears her tongue into my mouth as if she can't get enough of me, my taste. "I hung onto to my anger because—"

I lift her and we wordlessly work together so she straddles me, our bodies desperate to pick up where they left off.

"Because…?"

"Maybe I was afraid. My feelings were so powerful." She grinds her sex against my already hardening cock.

"Afraid I'd hurt you again?"

She nods. "I felt so deeply hurt. Tricked. My mind kept circling, circling as I wondered if this whole scheme, the whole lottery, was partly your idea."

"It wasn't. I thought you knew that."

"I knew it, but then I worried that it was all a lie."

"And now?"

"And now that I think about it, it makes no sense. Why would you raffle off the house that means so very much to you? I was such a fool."

"Not a fool, Misty. Just a woman protecting her heart. I won't hurt you. It's the last thing I want."

She looks at me with complete trust, nodding as she murmurs, "I know. I believe that now."

I set her down and am in such a hurry, I rip her top apart. Her little pearl buttons pinging across the room wake Vortex, who thinks this is a new game as he chases them.

"I'll never hurt you, Misty. I love you too much."

In five seconds flat, we're both standing naked in the glimmer of firelight.

" Fuck ." The word explodes from me as I get a look at her beautiful body.

She erases the distance between us and slides to her knees between my feet .

"I've owed you this for three months."

"I don't want you to feel you owe me—"

"Shut up. I can't wait to taste you."

Her words are a demand… and a promise of satisfaction. My cock thickens and hardens as I note the lust and need radiating from her gaze.

She grips me by the root, her fingers trailing up my hot length. I let out a low groan as she slicks her tongue between her lips and licks me from base to tip. How many times have I dreamed of this these last three months? Only a few moments into it and it's better than anything I imagined.

She guides me into her mouth. The warmth and wetness envelop me, sending shockwaves through my body. I moan as she works me, her tongue swirling around my cockhead on every upward motion.

There's something magnificent about standing over her, with her on her knees at my feet, staring up at me with hunger and adoration in her eyes. In awe of her beauty and desire, I slide my clawed fingers through her silken hair, reveling in the overwhelm of the moment. My fingers tangle in her long strands, holding on for dear life as she takes me deeper.

Every stroke, every flick of her tongue pushes me closer to the edge. My senses are overwhelmed—the sound of her enthusiastic moans vibrating through my body, the sight of her pink lips wrapped around my green cock, and the scent of our combined arousal filling the air.

As my balls tingle, telling me how close I am, I try to pull away, unsure if she wants to taste me or not. But her hands on my ass tighten, urging me to let go and give in to the pleasure. And oh do I give in—thrusting my hips one final time and releasing into her willing mouth with a primal groan.

She eagerly takes everything I give her, savoring every drop with no hesitation as she moans her pleasure at my taste. As she swallows, she looks up at me with affection and contrition in her eyes. In that moment, everything shifts between us. Our intimacy deepens and the pain of the past three months is wiped away .

But even now, she's not done. She's licking and suckling me clean, leaving no trace behind. And as I watch, feeling completely accepted and desired, I know this is just the beginning of a new and intense connection between us.