His tongue moves with a rhythm that’s pure animalistic need. Like he’s lost every last ounce of his legendary composure.
Another groan rumbles from his throat—louderthis time. It’sfilthy.
My back arches off the table in a way that would make my yoga instructor weep with pride.
I tangle my fingers in his hair—not to guide, just to hold on. Tosurvivewhatever hurricane of sensation he’s dragging me into.
“Edward,” I moan. My eyes fix on the ceiling spots above me, but they don’t look like ceiling spots anymore. They look like constellations.
“You are exquisite,” he murmurs into my pussy. “I am, without a doubt, the luckiest man alive right now.”
He starts with teasing flicks—just the tip of his tongue tracing the most sensitive part of me, like he’s learning. And then—
Then he devours.
The flat of his tongue presses hard against my clit, circling, sucking with a pressure so perfect, so devastating that I cry out.
His hands—god, his hands—they’re not just holding me, they’re controlling me. Both on each thigh, spreading me open.
He’s relentless. He alternates—slow, torturous circles that make me ache, then sharp, fast flicks that send shockwaves through my entire body.
“I thought you were a prude, Eddie,” I gasp, delirious with pleasure.
His mouth stills before he lifts his head, just enough to meet my eyes.
And holy hell, it’s the hottest damn thing I’ve ever seen.
“Perhaps,” he muses, “what you mistake for prudishness is simply a man who knows exactly how to unwrap a precious gift.” His lips curl. “I prefer the term selectively passionate.”
A wrecked, breathless laugh escapes me.
His mouth never stops. Sucking. Licking. Fucking ruining me.
The pleasure builds spiraling higher, tighter, unstoppable. My legs begin to tremble around his head, muscles locking, releasing, locking again as heat pulses through me in wave after devastating wave.
“Oh god,” I whimper, the words barely coherent. “Oh—Edward—I can’t—”
But I can.
And I am.
I clamp my thighs around his head, trembling.
I’m falling apart. Completely. Utterly. Beautifully destroyed.
His teeth graze my most sensitive skin, pushing me further and sending another shudder through me.
Now that’s how you do it, I think deliriously.
“Wow. All this time I’ve been wasting my energy on guys who would hump my leg at any given opportunity when actually it’s the grumpy, repressed ones who are secretly out here going at it like wild animals. Like they’ve been holding it in for so long just waiting for a chance to explode—”
His head lifts slightly—just enough for me to see the exasperated look on his face, his mouth still glistening from—
“Daisy, darling?” he interrupts.
“Yeah?” I manage, still breathless, still very much floating somewhere between the living world and some transcendent space.
“Please shut up.”
