“Yes, Dr. Hale. I managed to apply basic first aid all by myself.”
He looks up at me. “I don’t like seeing you hurt.”
I’m torn between two reactions. One is aww-level sweetness at his concern for a tiny little shaving cut. The other is… less wholesome.
I opt for Reaction #2.
“Bastian,” I breathe, “if you don’t make me come right now, I think I’m going to die.”
He chuckles. “That’s the hottest f*****g thing I’ve ever heard.”
Then he dives back in. He seals his mouth around my c**t and sucks and holyfuckingshitballs I see so many stars.
He adds one finger, then two. The dual sensation has me climbing fast.
“I know. I can feel you. Come for me, Eliana. Let me taste it.”
Welp, that does the trick. I explode with a guttural gasp. I can’t stop myself from clamping my thighs around his e
