He flicks his tongue again, making my vision blur.
“Holyfuckingshit,” I moan.
“I love feeling your pleasure,” he growls. “I could live down here, tasting you and feeling your ecstasy build.”
Fuck.I forgot he can feel my pleasure. Which means he can also feel the edge he’s been holding me on…Why does that make this so much hotter?
The warm pads of his fingers press into my hips, and suddenly he’s dragging me to the edge of the bed. He drops to his knees like he’s about to pray, and the altar’s my cunt.How the hell did I end up here?
His molten gaze heats my skin as he spreads my thighs, exposing me fully and gazing down at my bare sex like he hasn’t just had his mouth all over it.
“What do you call this?” he asks, pressing a finger against my clit and rubbing gentle circles over it.
“My”—gasp—“clit.”
His eyes flick up. “I like this … clit.”
“Yeah, me too,” I manage.
“And just to confirm, if I continue what I am doing,” he says, still rubbing, “you will reach a point of … heightened pleasure?”
Oh. Right.He’s asking if humans can orgasm. Why didn’t I consider that we might be different in that way? “Yeah,” I say. “We call it orgasming, or climaxing, or coming, or … uh, we have a lot of terms for it.”
He nods, brows furrowed, taking this lesson very seriously. “The same is true for me.” His head tilts. “And human males have a”—he glances away, looking for the right word—“penis?”
“They do.”
“And it is expected that this penis penetrates”—he moves his finger down slightly, but doesn’t press into me—“here?”
I’m shaking, but I manage to say, “Yup.”
“I understand,” he says. His long arm pulls a limp pillow off the bed, and he uses it to prop my head up. “I would like to see your face when you … orgasming.”
“Just ‘orgasm’,” I say, trying not to chuckle.
He smiles. “When you orgasm.” The way his black eyes are lit up with excitement, and the soft smile that curls his lips, make him look like a completely different person. There’s no careful facade or calculated expression. He’s completely bare, and my heart swells.
I don’t want to die.
Holding my gaze, he loops his arms around my thighs, locking me in place.
“Do not look away,” he orders in a commanding tone that shatters the moment of vulnerability and sends a pulse of lust and defiance through me.
“This is some king shi?—”
He interrupts me with a flick of his tongue, and I howl. I’m throbbing, swollen, and so sensitive I think I might pass out, and he’s fucking smiling. The combination of black eyesand that nearly sadistic smile sends a pleased shiver down my spine. Then he proceeds with focused purpose.
“Mmf … fuck,” I groan as his tempo increases and his arms tighten around my hips. I feel trapped in the best way possible. The mixture of danger and pleasure is building a wild tension in my body. I know he won’t hurt me, but it’s clear he’s the deadliest person I’ve ever met, and he’s eating me out like I’m the only meal he’s ever had.
His mouth wraps over my clit, and he pulses his tongue until I’m seeing stars. Every second stretches into a lifetime as my pleasure builds.
Slowly, I sink deeper into his gaze, like I’m being hypnotized. Those fathomless black depths speaking to me. Beckoning me higher until I’m balanced on a tightrope, just a gentle breeze away from falling into the depths of release below. A shudder rolls through me, and I start to lose myself in the building tension.
Then he stops.
I force my eyes open, confused and angry. “What the?—”
“You closed your eyes,” he says with a satisfied smirk.
