His hands clamp around the insides of my thighs and force them wider. “Here’s what’s going to happen.” He presses his mouth to the inside of my knee and nips at the skin there. “I’m going to make you come on my tongue until you’re fucking drooling on the counter. And then I’m going to do it again. And again. Until the only thing you remember is that you’remine.”
“Bastian—”
“And when I’m done,” he continues, his breath hot against my skin as he trails kisses higher, “you’re going to thank me for it.”
“You’re insane.”
His eyes meet mine, and the hunger in them steals whatever breath I have left. “You have no fucking idea.”
Then he buries his face between my thighs and proves it.
I’ve spent my whole life being told what I can’t have.Can’t afford this. Can’t reach that. Can’t be her. Can’t want him.But nobody ever told me I couldn’t wantthis—whatever the hell you call the thing that Bastian Hale does with his mouth.
His tongue drags through me, slow and deliberate, like he’s got all the time in the world and I’m the only meal that matters. I gasp and my hips jerk forward, but his hands are iron bands around my thighs, holding me exactly where he wants me.
“Stay still,” he orders against my center. The vibration of his lips makes me shudder from head to toe.
But it’s an impossible command, because I can’t stay still. Not when he’s doingthatwith his tongue. Certainly not when his stubble scrapes the inside of my thighs hard enough to leave burns.
He pulls back just enough to look up at me. Those black eyes are pure sin. “I said. Stay. Fucking. Still.”
Then he seals his mouth around my clit andsucks.
The cry that rips from my throat doesn’t sound human. My hands fly to his hair, fingers twisting in those blond curls, and I yank hard enough to hurt. He groans in happiness. “That’s it, baby,” he rasps. “Pull harder. Make it hurt.”
He’s burying his lips in my pussy, sucking, licking, slurping, consuming. I’m splayed wide on my own kitchen counter while my boss eats me out, and the only thing I can think of to say is:
“Bastian, I can’t?—”
“Oh, yes, you fucking can.” One hand releases my thigh and I feel his fingers poised at my entrance. “You’re going to come, and you’re not going to stop coming until I say you can.”
He pushes one finger inside me and I nearly spring off the counter. My head cracks against the cabinet behind me, but the pain barely registers. All I can feel is him—his tongue, his finger, the scrape of his teeth against my most sensitive flesh.
My own moans sound foreign to my ears. Who’s that falling to pieces while their employer devours them? Not me, Eliana Hunter, right? Surely it’s not! It couldn’t be!
It is.
He adds a second finger and curls them upward. I writhe again, but he keeps me skewered in place. His tongue never stops moving, licking and sucking while his fingers pump in and out.
The orgasm builds fast and vicious. My thighs try to clamp shut around his head, but he forces them wider with his free hand.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” he snarls. “Stay spread wide open, little kitten.”
I crumble into a thousand pieces right there on my kitchen counter, screaming his name while he works me through it. Wave after wave crashes over me until I’m sobbing, begging him to stop.
But he doesn’t. Instead, he adds a third finger.
“Bastian, I really can’t take?—”
“You can and you will.” His fingers stretch me, fill me, while his tongue keeps up that maddening rhythm.
“I can’t— It’s too much— I’m?—”
“Now, Eliana.”
He kisses my clit at the same moment his fingers hit that perfect spot inside me, and I explode again. My entire body convulses and I’m pretty sure I black out for a second because when I come back to myself, I’m flat on my back on the counter, gasping for air, wetter than I’ve ever been in my whole life.
Bastian rises to his full height and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. His lips are swollen and glistening. The front of his shirt is soaked.
