What?!
Liam Donovan devours me. The head of the Irish Mafia is kneeling between my legs, eating me out like a man starved. This isn’t real.
The white-hot blaze inside me disagrees. He adds another finger, stretching me to the burning point.
“Oh, fuuu—” I cry out in ecstasy, clenching again, my thighs shaking, my hips spanking the table. I must look wild. I feel wild, the climax tearing through me like a firestorm. My eyes roll back in my head.
“Aye, fuck my face, mo Róisín. God, look at you. Such a greedy girl.”
Air stalls in my lungs as his other hand slides along the dress, the fabric clinging to my sweat-soaked skin. Masculine hunger darkens his features. He takes his time, fingers testing the pane of my stomach before working at the front tethers of my dress where my chest heaves with tattered breath. With one tug, he exposes my bra. White, thin, and lacy. By now, my nipples have turned to hard stones, puckering through the fabric, the rosy color showing.
“Such pretty tits.” The words drag slowly against me while he cups a handful.
I’m relieved when he doesn’t pull off the bra. For some reason, I’ve always been more self-conscious of my upper half. But when he rubs his thumb along one nipple, the pleasure arrows through me, and I squeeze around his fingers still buried inside me. A tremor rips through me, a precursor.
As he cups my other breast, Liam removes his fingers from my pussy, but his mouth quickly replaces them. No, his tongue! Lapping and drinking and probing right through my opening, flicking the inner wet flesh.
“Ohohohfuuuck!” I screech through gritted teeth since I’ve torn through the bread.
His soaked fingers find my clit and work it back and forth, rubbing and rolling with an expertise he’s likely built up over years. The fingers at my breast roll my sensitive nipple.
Once he’s taken his fill of my inner fluids, all his focus descends on the dilated nub, licking and sucking my clit. The waves rise within me. The threshold promises to be the most powerful I’ve ever had.
“Can you take four of me fingers, Darlin’?”
I moan, tipping my head back against the table, but my hips rise in confirmation.
“Let’s see now.”
He does it. I buck at first, opening my mouth, prepared for the pain. But I’m so wet, I’m so soaked, those fingers slide in with ease. My pussy throbs. I squeeze, sucking his fingers in more.
Hovering his warmth along my folds, he locks my gaze. “Come, Lexie. Come for me now.”
Liam Donovan feasts with reckless abandon. Three steady pumps of his four fingers. He hooks them inside me—and I fall over the edge. No, I’m flying. Soaring. The orgasm explodes through me like ballistic eruptions, my inner muscles convulsing from the euphoria, igniting my nervous system, and sizzling up my spine like thousands of tiny lightning bolts. A million shades of color flash through my vision. And the highest point of climax surges liquid heat to splash my face and flow through my core.
“Good girl,” he commends with a final kiss as I come down from the golden haze.
I try to hide my burning face behind my hand, but he stands and peels my palm away. I whimper from those winter blade orbs spearing right through me. I part my lips, neck arching. Is he about to kiss me? He does. But I didn’t expect his lips to rub my brow.
When he presses his hand to my soaked lower lips, I hiss from the sensitivity.
“I’ve marked this, Elexia Carter.” He doesn’t move an inch from my face. I can smell my scent on his breath. “I assure you, if I truly love a meal, I will always return for that meal. And if I mark somethin’, no other being in this world could hope to take it from me. Do ye understand?”
I manage a small nod.
“Good.”
“This doesn’t happen…” I whisper, dazed. “This kind of thing, it doesn’t happen. Not for real. And not to girls like me.”
He smiles, helping me off the table. My legs are too wobbly. Before I can fall, Liam catches me, carrying me to the bedroom.
“Now, now, Lexie Darlin’. All those books ye love tell a different story. Plenty of sweet damsels in distress.”
“Does that make you the damsel since I saved your ass and handcuffed you?” I yawn.
A quiet laugh escapes as he kicks open the bedroom door and brings me to the bed. “I reckon it does. Or perhaps we are both damsels, Luv.”
“Mmm…both damsels,” I mumble, my eyelids heavy, my body drained. “I’ll take that.”
