Then, finally—finally—he leans in and licks me for real, his tongue dragging up my slit. The sensation is blinding, a bolt of pleasure that splinters my thoughts into fragments, and a ragged moan rips from my chest.
He groans against me, the vibration sending another wave of heat coiling through me, and I swear I feel him smirk against my skin again—like he knew exactly what this would do to me. Like he loves wrecking me.
“That’s it,” he murmurs between licks as his tongue swirls around my clit, teasing, then retreats to glide through my slit, collecting every bit of my wetness. “So fucking good for me.”
My legs tremble as he laps at me, his mouth alternating between gentle flicks and deep, luxurious strokes that leave megasping. His hands grip my thighs, holding me open, anchoring me to the earth as I feel myself floating.
“You taste so sweet.” He sucks my clit, the pressure sending sparks through my limbs as my fingers tighten in his hair.
“F-fuck, Koen.” A strangled sound slips from me, broken and needy, and fuck, he loves it because he hums against me, the vibration sending another jolt of heat spiraling through me.
“You’re everything, Novalee.” He speaks it like a vow, like something etched into his very being. “Smart. Capable. Precious.” Each word is punctuated by a flick of his tongue, a glide, a pull.
The tension coils tighter, so tight I feel like I might break apart entirely.
“Let go,” he whispers against me, his breath a rush of heat. A command. A promise. A plea. “You’re safe. You’re worthy. Let me give you this.”
His fingers slide inside me again, curling just right, his mouth working my clit in tandem. The coil snaps, pleasure detonating through me in waves so intense I forget how to breathe.
I don’t even realize I’m moaning his name until I hear it, hear the way it tumbles from my lips like a prayer.
He guides me through it, his fingers easing me down until I’m nothing but a trembling mess beneath him. My chest heaves, and I’m glowing with sweat.
His mouth leaves a kiss against my thigh, right over the bruise he left.
“You’re mine,” he murmurs against my skin as he kisses his way up my body. Something in my chest clenches—sharp and terrifying and so fucking real. “And you’re worthy of every fucking thing I have to give. Do you believe me?”
This time, I don’t hesitate. “I do.”
I need him. I need this.
“Please, Koen.”
His nose brushes against mine, his lips hovering just out of reach, teasing me. But I don’t just want the tease—I want everything.
“What do you need from me? Use your words, precious.”
God, he’s insufferable. Infuriating.
And I want him so fucking bad.
“I need you to fuck me.”
A growl rumbles from his chest, his restraint splintering at the edges.
His fingers fly to his shirt as he stands, stripping it off in one fluid motion. The lines of his chest and abdomen flex as he shoves down his jeans and briefs, kicking them aside.
Fuck.
He’s hard, his cock jutting up between us, flushed and thick, a bead of moisture glistening at the tip.
The sight of him bare before me makes me feel empty. Needy. Like I won’t be whole until he’s inside me.
When I look up, his eyes pin me in place, but his touch is a whisper of control. His hand glides into my hair, his fingers threading through the strands, a gentle but possessive hold that makes my scalp tingle.
“Look at you.” His grip tightens just enough to tilt my head back, exposing my throat and making me feel vulnerable and owned. “Fucking perfect.”
His mouth crashes onto mine, claiming me in a kiss that’s all heat and desperation. His lips are demanding, his tongue sweeps into my mouth, and I taste myself on him—salt, sweetness, and the tang of desire.
