I’m panting by the time he dips to lick down the center of my stomach to my navel, forcing my legs to fall away from hiswaist. He nips at the sensitive skin there, wringing a whimper from my lips.
His hands grab the undersides of my thighs and spread them wider, only for him to release a pained groan. His curled fist flies to his mouth, and he bites down, his eyes locked between my legs.
My cheeks burn, and I’m tempted to snap them closed. Can’t say I’ve ever had a man look at me so closely, and it’s extremely unnerving.
“Fuck, Rev,” he whispers under his breath, sounding almost tortured.
My heart plummets, convinced something is wrong. I’m terrified to ask, but not knowing feels worse. Just as I gather the courage to, he’s moving again. But instead of backing away like I expected, he continues to descend until he’s on his feet, crouching at the end of the bench. He circles his arms around my thighs and tugs me to the edge,extremelyfucking close to his mouth.
I immediately panic.
“Wait, wait, what are you doing?” I rush out, my hands snapping to his shoulders.
His eyes lift, peering up at me beneath black strands and dark eyelashes, and I damn near choke on my tongue.
“I’m hungry,” he responds simply, as if that’s a completely normal fucking thing to say.
I’m not dense enough to be oblivious to his intentions, but I’ve never had a man bother with that, even though they expected it from me. It was something I accepted as typical, having heard plenty of women complain about their boyfriends preferring not to go down on them.
I never minded because I thought it’d feel weird, anyway, and now that Dread—of all fucking people—is the one who wants to test that has me on edge.
“That… that’s not necessary,” I say, propping up on an elbow so I can drag myself out from beneath him. He holds tight, looking almost betrayed—like I’m attempting to take away his favorite toy. “I’m already wet, so you don’t need to do that.”
He tugs me closer in response, holding me more firmly against him and preventing me from escaping. His stare is both intense and inquisitive, and it’s making me as uncomfortable as the proximity of his mouth to my vagina.
“Have you never had your cunt licked?” he asks bluntly.
Jesus fucking Christ.
My cheeks burn hot as I defensively respond, “No. No one has neededto before. They got me wet just fine.”
His scarred brow quirks, unimpressed with my response.
“I’m not eating your pussy to get you wet, Reverie,” he says, the deep timbre of his voice bordering on anger. “You have an ocean between your legs.” My mouth flops open, and it feels like he lit a match, setting my entire body aflame.
“Then why bother?” I mutter, shifting nervously as my unease grows.
“Because you have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen, and I need to know how sweet you taste,” he answers casually. I blink, surprised he’d admit something like that. “And if you taste like how I think you do, I’m going to want everything you have to give me. Do you know how I get that?”
Hesitantly, I shake my head.
“By making you come in my mouth so I can fucking drink it.”
My mouth drops open again while he turns his focus to my center with a deep groan, his brow furrowing and teeth biting his bottom lip.
“You need to learn one very important difference between us.”
I can think of a million, but the only word I can manage is, “What?”
He leans closer, his hot breath warming my sensitive clit, causing my stomach to tighten. Then, those frosted eyes flick up to meet mine beneath black strands.
“I’ve never been afraid to drown.”
CHAPTER 15
REVERIE
I’ve no idea how the hell to respond to that, but he doesn’t give me the opportunity. His tongue is already licking along the seam of my pussy, drawing out the most intense sensation I’ve ever experienced. I inhale sharply while he moans in approval.
