Chapter 53 You Asked For This

• I understood. Closing my eyes was a cowardice I couldn’t afford. I didn't want him to think he had all the power. I held his dark stare as I leaned forward, my mouth opening.
• I didn’t take him in. Not yet. I pressed my lips to the slick head. A kiss. The taste exploded on my tongue. Salt skin, him. A soft, broken sound escaped my throat involuntarily, one that left my cheeks redder than ripe tomatoes.
• “Good girl,” he murmured, his fingers threading into my hair, not guiding, just holding.