Not greedy.
Not rushed.
Like I’m something he’s chosen.
Something he wants to take his time with.
Something worth all of this.
My breath stutters.
“Rob,” I whisper, his name barely more than a sound.
He just hums softly in response, his hands still guiding mine, grounding me, keeping me from pulling away into my head again.
“Stay with me,” he murmurs.
And I do.
Gods help me, I do.
Because whatever this is?
Whatever he’s doing to me?
“Fuck, you’re so pretty here, Cookie. So fucking sweet. Gonna eat you. Gonna swallow you whole,” he growls against my mound.
My fingers leave my sex, clutching at Rob’s head as his tongue parts my folds, swallowing down my slick.
“Oh fuck,” I moan as he lifts one of my thighs, draping it over his shoulder.
His tongue is textured, rough, like the Tiger he is, and it feels so damn good.
I’m not gonna last.
No matter how hard I try, I know I’m going to fall.
And the best part? I know Rob is going to catch me.
Because no matter what I tell myself, this isn’t just physical.
It’s not just heat. Or a little blinking MATCHED from some magical app.
It’s something deeper.
Something that makes me feel seen in a way I’m not sure I’m ready for.
And when the sound that escapes me finally does—soft, unfiltered, completely out of my control—I don’t even try to stop it.
Because for once?
I don’t want to hold anything back.
He growls with all the ferocity of his beast and eats me out like it’s his job.
“Come for me, Cookie. Ride my face and come,” he growls and I can’t help myself.
I listen.
