"Do you have any idea what I'm going to do to you?" I ask, my voice low and throaty.
She shakes her head, swallowing hard as she watches me.
"I'm going to worship every inch of you." I set the glass down and kneel beside the chaise, bringing my face level with her body. "I'm going to make you come so many times you forget your own name. And then, when you're completely wrecked, when you can't think or speak or do anything except feel—" I lean in, letting my breath ghost across her stomach. "Then I'm going to fuck you."
Her whole body shudders at the words.
"But first," I continue, reaching for the wine glass again, "I want to taste you."
I tilt the glass over her body, letting a thin stream of wine pour onto her skin. It pools in the hollow of her collarbone, dark red against her flushed skin. She gasps at the temperature—the wine is cool, a stark contrast to her overheated body.
I lean down and lick it away.
The taste of wine and Seraphina explodes across my tongue, and I groan against her skin. She tastes like everything good in the world—salt and sweetness and an underlying note that's uniquelyher. I drag my tongue across her collarbone, chasing every drop, then move lower.
Another pour. This time between her breasts, the wine sliding down the valley of her sternum. I follow its path with my mouth, licking and sucking,feelingher chest heave beneath me.
"Oh god," she breathes. "Oh fuck, that's?—"
"Good?" I lift my head to look at her. "Tell me how it feels."
"Like nothing I've ever—" She breaks off with a moan as I drip more wine, this time directly onto her nipple. The dark liquid beads on the tight peak before sliding down the curve of her breast.
I catch it with my tongue, tracing a circle around her areola before finally closing my mouth over her nipple. I suck hard, pulling the wine-soaked flesh between my lips, and she arches off the chaise with a cry.
"That's it," I murmur against her breast. "Let me hear you."
I lavish attention on one breast, then the other, coating her with wine and licking it clean. By the time I'm done, she's writhing beneath me, her hands fisted in the velvet, her hips rolling in a desperate search for friction.
"Please," she gasps, eyes wild and desperate. "Please, I need?—"
"I know what you need." I pour a thin line of wine down the center of her stomach, watching it pool in her navel. "And I'm going to give it to you. But you're going to have to be patient."
"I can't be patient." Her voice is wrecked, barely recognizable now. "I can't, I need you to touch me, please?—"
I silence her with my mouth on her stomach, lapping up the wine with broad, flat strokes of my tongue. She tastes fucking incredible. I tongue her navel, swirling the wine before drinking it down, and she moans so loudly it echoes off the stone walls.
I shift my position, settling between her thighs. She spreads them without being asked, opening herself to me with a trust that makes my chest ache. I can see everything from here—how swollen her clit is, how her pussy begs to clench my cock, how wet she is from everything I've done to her.
I consider pouring wine here, too. But ultimately decide some things don't need embellishment.
I press a kiss to her inner thigh, and she jerks like she's been shocked.
"Easy." I smooth my hands up her legs, holding her open. "I've got you."
"Fuck." It's barely a whisper now. "Please, please, please?—"
I stop teasing and give her what she needs.
The first stroke of my tongue draws a sound from her that goes straight to my fucking cock—a keening moan that breaks in the middle like a sob. She tastes even better than I imagined, absolutely addictive. I flatten my tongue and lick from her entrance to her clit in one long, slow stroke.
Her thighs try to close around my head, but I hold them open, pinning her in place while I feast on her. I've thought about this for months—having her spread out before me, making her come on my tongue in this cellar I built for her. The reality is better than any fantasy.
"Oh fuck, oh god, oh—" She's babbling now, her hips trying to grind against my face despite my grip. "Right there, please, right there?—"
I focus on her clit, circling it with my tongue, then sucking it between my lips. She screams and I feel her thighs shaking against my palms.
"Come for me," I growl against her pussy. "Let go, love. I want to taste it. All of it."
