Chapter 2

Nyla

As I spoke, I realized I was practically jumping up and down with enthusiasm. Sullivan stood with his arms around my waist and his hand began to squeeze down on my ass. His grip was firm, pulling me into him and his growing erection. With us so close, the butterflies began to flutter and my cheeks became flushed.

"It's good to see you happy, Nyla."

He spoke his words right over my lips and the peppermint was cool as it penetrated my nostrils. I watched as his eyes flickered from my eyes to my mouth, asking for permission. I licked my lips and bit down slightly as he pulled me closer. I took in a deep breath and closed my eyes as he pressed his lips to mine.

Sullivan moaned into my mouth and I felt his lust for me. He'd been patient, not pressuring me for affection but I could tell he had missed it. The need he had for me was slowly taking over and I was feeding it with each kiss.

Maybe this is what I needed, I thought to myself. Maybe if I gave myself to Sullivan, things wouldn't feel so off between us and I could let go of him.

Sullivan's tongue was requesting permission and I obliged him as he swiped my tongue so slow, that I felt it in my core. He pulled my arms around his neck, lifted me up and without hesitation, I wrapped my legs around his waist.

His kisses began to trail from my mouth to my ear and then he was at the sweet spot on my neck. The spot that caused my mouth to part and mouth "O".

He began speaking softly, "Glad to see some things haven't changed."

Sullivan carried me to the bed and gently laid me down as he began undressing. I watched his short show and bit my lip down in anticipation. I was denying myself orgasms because I secretly was waiting for Heinrich to tell me they were mine again. I pulled my shirt over my head and revealed my black lace push up bra. My breasts were aching as they were pushing up against the fabric and I clamped them hurriedly, I needed them free.

Sullivan removed my bleached skinny jeans, to reveal my red and black lace thong. As he removed my thong, he spread my legs wide and eyed his prize. I became aroused with the thought of his juicy tongue running up and down my clit.

He lowered himself and placed one slow swipe of his tongue to my lips before opening them and placing a single finger inside my pussy.

"Nyla, you're so fucking wet. Have you missed me?"

As he spoke, he teased my pussy with his finger, slowly moving it in and out. I didn't speak as I took in the pleasure of his finger. I closed my eyes trying not to think and accept this pleasure.

A soft moan escaped my mouth as he added a second finger to my pussy and he continued his slow teasing assault. His movements halted, causing me to open my eyes meeting his gaze and I felt that ache to my heart.

"I can't wait to put my dick inside you, Nyla. It's been a long time."

Sullivan spoke, while tearing the condom wrapper and began to place the condom over his thick chocolate dick. I watched him in anticipation, as I pushed everything else aside to try to be here at this moment.

The bed shifted as Sullivan climbed in the bed between my legs. I reached down to guide his dick into my aching hole. He entered me slowly, as he cursed under his breath from the welcoming of my pussy.

Once fully inside me, he leaned down to take my mouth into his and he proceeded to make love to my body. In and out, he went in such a sweet deliberate fashion that caused me to ache when he pulled out and pleaded with me.

"Let me be gentle with you, Nyla. Let me please," He said as he held his dick at my entrance. "Let me love you."

He used this moment to his advantage and I needed the release. Shit, I was begging for it.

"Ok," I said as I kissed him and pleaded for him to fill me once again.

He was trying to heal me from the womb and I ached because I wished it was that easy. I'm broken and he wasn't the one who could fix me. There was a time when the pieces belonged to him, but this time they were Heinrich's.

Suddenly, the pain was coming back in strong pulsating waves as he went deeper. I closed my eyes as Sullivan took his time, taking my sweet pussy like it was his last. As he began to hit a tender spot repeatedly with force, I found myself coming to releasing. But the closer I came to reaching my climax, he appeared and I gasped.

"Let it out, Nyla."

"I-"

I couldn't move or speak as I became transfixed on him. My king was standing in the corner of the room and with a soft blink, tears spilled on either side of my face.

"Heinrich." His name left my lips and he faded.