“Well, what do we have here?” he observes, nose brushing the damp fabric. “My spanking wasn’t much of a punishment, was it? How lovely.”
His tongue finds the cotton and swipes in one long lick, the tip circling my clit, slow and tender. My nails rake the wood, my breath leaving in soft hisses. All I want to do is bury my hands in his dark curls.
Then, he prods one finger at my opening.
“Oh, holy fuck buckets!” I’m about to combust. And my fluids respond, trickling through.
“Look at me, Lexie Darlin’.”
I obey as he digs his finger in. His winter-blue eyes are sharp as broken glass in snow. But those deep-hooded brows drawn low betray a feverish hunger I’ve only ever seen in my wildest dreams.
“Are ye ready to beg, Luv?” He sweeps a finger along my lips, then slides deeper to rim my hole. I practically soak the digit.
Never imagining I’d be reduced to this, I almost hide my face, but somehow, I manage to hold his gaze. He tilts his head, the corner of his mouth lifting.
“Beg, Lexie. Beg like all those swooning good girls in the books you love so much.”
My lips part. Suddenly, I’m not just normal Lexie anymore. What I never believed possible, what I’ve wanted forever, has come to life. Maybe I’m going to hell. But fuck, if I only want Liam Donovan to take me there.
Gripping the table’s edge, I’m hardly aware of the words leaving my mouth. “Please, Sir…please give me what I know only you can give me. Don’t leave me like this.” I pause, hot tears blurring my vision. I add the cherry on top. “Sir, will you please…ruin me?”
“That’s me good girl,” he hums, reaching for something off to the side. A piece of the Irish soda bread. the sweet one. He grips my jaw gently. “Open. You’ll need to bite on this so the neighbors don’t hear you scream for me.”
I obey, teeth clamping down, tasting the tangy buttermilk and the sweet chocolate chips.
None of it compares to when Liam tugs my underwear to the side, baring me.
“Fuck, Lexie. Fuck, you’re breathtaking.”
Nothing compares to him pressing his nose against my lips, inhaling deeply.
“So exquisitely sinful.” The words vibrate against me.
One long swipe of his tongue through my folds, one circle of my clit with the tip, and the world as I know it is ripped away.
“Ermmm!” The bread muffles my shriek. Pressure tightens in my core. My hips rise with the pleasure I know is coming. I’ve never…it’s never happened this fast. Never thought it could feel this good!
Eyes on mine, Liam kisses my slippery clit, flicking it with his tongue, training his attention on it. I shatter. Insides convulse. Synapses fire. My hands fly to his hair, nails digging in, holding him against me as I cry through the bread. Obscene, feral noises leave my throat. I’m arching, writhing, bucking from the desperate bliss surging through me. The bread melts in my mouth, and I must bite harder to control my shrieks.
“Now, now, sweet savior, that was far too quick,” he murmurs against my center, pressing tender kisses to my lips.
“What?” I exclaim as he licks my hypersensitive clit again. I jolt.
When I try to push his head away, he smacks my hands, then pins my wrists with one strong grip before diving back to my pussy. Ragged breaths flare through my nose. This time, he sucks the swollen knot between his lips and slowly slides his index finger into my hole. My opening sucks him in. Liquid fire courses through my blood.
“Mmm,” he pauses, and I might come from his adoration alone. “Wet, hot, and soft as satin.” He rubs my inner walls, and the ache and pressure deepen.
He adds another finger, stretching me, rubbing me with unrivaled finesse. My inner muscles flutter. So fucking close.
Now, he doubles down. Tongue lapping at me, flattening against my clit, licking it with abandon while his fingers thrust in and out. He ravishes me. Heruinsme, just as I’d begged.
My body turns into one raging force of feral, feminine lust. My hips snap upward, rhythmic, pushing against those fingers.
“That’s right, Lexie Darlin’. Fuck my fingers. Such a sweet girl.” He goes still. “Like it when Sir pleases you, praises you? Or does it turn ye on if I call ye my dirty, little slut?” When I stare at him like a deer in headlights, on the threshold of a more powerful orgasm, he kisses my clit and murmurs, “Tap once for the first, tap twice for the second.”
More tears drip down my hot, flushed face, but I lift my trembling hand from his hair, touch a finger to the surface, and tapthreetimes.
He grins, wicked and beautiful. “Well, then, my gorgeous slut of a woman, you’ll come for me two more times.”
