My fingers trace along his thigh, feeling the tension there.
“Enough,” he says, voice rough. “If I’m coming, it’s going to be inside your tight little pussy.”
With one last suck, I pull back reluctantly.
He leans down and kisses me, his fingers curling around my throat, not tight, just there. A moan slips from me.
“I need to taste you, Lily,” he pants, sounding almost undone. He pushes me back until I’m resting on my forearms.
“I want you to watch,” he says quietly. “Watch how much I love the taste of you.”
He drops to his knees, spreading my legs wide. “Fuck,” he hisses. His tongue drags from my entrance to my clit, and I cry out.
“Oh my god, Drago.”
When his tongue circles, everything starts to blur.
“More,” I beg. “Please.”
He doesn’t just touch me, he devours me. Fingers sliding inside, mouth relentless, like he’s starving.
“Eyes on me,” he growls.
I force them open, and seeing him there nearly breaks me.
He hooks my leg over his shoulder, lifting me higher. “I need more,” he pants.
My leg presses against my chest as his fingers work me harder, his tongue pushing me closer and closer. I may not dance anymore, but I’m still flexible as hell.
I can’t stop the sounds tearing out of me.
“Drago!” My body shakes, but he holds me firmly in place.
“That’s it,” he groans. “Soak my fucking face, baby.”
“God, you’re perfect.” He drawls out.
I clutch the sheets, completely undone.
Then his mouth seals over my clit, and everything explodes.
“I need to come, sir,” I plead. “Please.”
His grip tightens on my thigh as my hips move on their own. “Come, Lily,” he commands. “Come so fucking hard for me.”
And I do. Shattering in wave after wave while he stays right there, worshipping me through every second.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
Drago
Song- Dirty Little Fiend, Dutch Melrose.
Peppering kisses along the inside of her thigh, I try to regain some kind of composure. But with the sweet taste of her still on my tongue, it’s not easy work.
I’ve survived being tortured better than this.
Slowly, I rise and crawl back onto the bed between her spread legs. I brace my weight on my forearm beside her head, and she gives me a lazy, wrecked smile as I nuzzle my nose against hers.
