Page 187 of Bishop Burn


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“I need to,” he breathes. “Show me.”

I slide the panties down my legs, watching him as I do. The expression on his face shifts when I straighten, and I’m fully exposed.

“Fuck,” he growls. “I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than you.”

His hands are on me, tugging me closer to him, trailing heat over my skin as he urges me up.

I reach for his shoulders. He lifts me effortlessly, pressing my body against his. With my legs around his waist, he kisses me before he leads me to his bed.

He hovers over me,his gaze trailing a path over every inch of my face. The only light in the room is seeping in from the half-closed curtains.

I push my back into the soft sheets of his bed. “Case.”

“Emma.” His mouth softens. “I’ll take care of you.”

I believe him, but still… “You have condoms.”

His brow edges up. “You assume I do.”

I glance down at his body. He may still be wearing his jeans, but it’s obvious he’s gorgeous everywhere. The man must have all kinds of crazy hot sex.

“You do,” I say with confidence. “We need one.”

He glides down my body until his lips are pressed between my breasts. “Your tits are so soft.”

One hand cups my right breast.

“Condom,” I remind him. “Please.”

He kisses my nipple before he takes it between his teeth again. I close my eyes against the assault of pleasure that hits me full force.

Who knew pain could feel this good?

I moan when he nips me. Again, when he rolls his teeth over my other nipple.

I reach down to pull on his hair. “Condoms, Case.”

“Shhh,” he whispers. “We don’t need one yet. Just feel.”

My head falls back into the pillow as he trails kisses down my body, stopping to circle my belly button with his fingertip.

As he nears my cleft, I wind my fingers through his hair. “I’m sensitive.”

His eyes dart up to meet mine. “Good. I want you to come for me, Emma again and again.”

Settling between my legs, he pushes them open until I’m fully exposed. I blush beneath the darkness in the room.

“You take my breath away,” he says softly before he presses his lips to my inner thigh. “I’ve wanted this more than you know.”

I stifle a moan when he licks a slow path over my swollen folds, but the groan that escapes him cuts through me.

My back bows from the sheer pleasure of his reaction to my body.

“That’s it,” he growls. “Feel it. Feel it all.”

I look down and watch as he lowers his head again, closes his eyes, and brings me more pleasure with his mouth than I’ve ever felt before.

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