My breath caught. Goddess, he was going to ruin me.
My lungs forgot how to breathe. My body didn’t know whether to run or beg. Every thrust of his fingers. every drag of his mouth on my stomach, on my t**s, was punishment and salvation stitched together.
Then he lowered his mouth between my thighs—and ruin wasn’t even the word anymore.
His tongue was fire and ice all in one, licking me open like he had all day to spend. My hands shot into his hair, anchoring myself to something, anything, as his mouth worked me with maddening precision. He knew my body—already. Somehow, he f*****g knew everything.
He groaned against me, like the taste of me drove him wild. His fingers joined his tongue, stroking deep, curling just right, pushing me right to the brink—again and again.
I came with a c
