“I’m keeping these,” he says, his eyes never leaving mine.
I should protest, should demand he give them back, but all I can do is watch as he leans forward, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses up my inner thigh. Each touch of his lips burns like a brand on my skin, making me squirm in the chair.
“So fucking wet already,” he murmurs against my skin. “Is this for me? Or was it the thrill of putting Vincent in his place?”
“Does it matter?” I gasp as he nips at the skin. “Just do it already.”
“So impatient,” he chuckles, his hot breath fanning against my wetness. “I want to savor this.”
I’m about to tell him to go fuck himself when he finally drags his tongue through my folds in one long, slow lick. The sensation is so intense I nearly jump out of the chair, my hand flying to his hair, gripping the dark strands between my fingers.
“Holy fuck,” I gasp as he does it again, this time stopping to circle my clit with the tip of his tongue.
He groans against me, the vibration sending shivers up my spine. “You taste so fucking good,” he says, his voice muffled against my flesh. “Better than I imagined.”
The thought of him fantasizing about this sends a fresh wave of heat through my body. His tongue is relentless, lapping at me like I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted. My hips buck against his face, chasing the feeling.
“That’s it,” he murmurs, gripping my thighs harder to hold me open. “I wanna hear you.”
I bite my lip, determined not to give him the satisfaction, but then he sucks my clit between his lips and I can’t hold back the moan that tears from my throat.
His fingers dig into my thighs, leaving marks I know I’ll see tomorrow. The thought makes me wetter, which is so fucked up I can’t even process it right now. Not with his mouth doing what it’s doing.
“Fuck, Lucien,” I pant, grinding against his face shamelessly now. “Don’t stop?—“
He pulls back just as I’m getting close, his lips glistening with my arousal. “Nope, not yet,” he says, his voice husky. “I want to make this last.”
“You fucking asshole,” I growl, trying to yank his head back to where I need it.
He laughs, the sound dark and rich. “Patience, Little Sinner.”
Instead of returning to my clit, he moves lower, his tongue pushing inside me. The sensation makes me cry out, my nails digging into his forearms where they’re wrapped around my thighs. I don’t even realize I’m breaking skin until I feel the warm wetness under my fingertips.
He doesn’t seem to mind. If anything, the pain spurs him on. He fucks me with his tongue, in and out, before sliding back up playing with me like he’s trying to knot a cherry stem.
Just as I’m about to come, he pulls back again.
“I swear to God, if you don’t let me finish—“ I snarl, my nails digging deeper into his arms.
“Try me,” he taunts, blowing a cool stream of air right over my throbbing clit. “What exactly will you do to me if I don’t let you come?”
I grab his hair harder, yanking his face back to look at me. “I will fucking end you.”
He smirks, that goddamn infuriating smirk that makes me want to slap it off his face. “Such a dirty mouth on such a pretty girl.”
Before I can respond, he dives back in, but this time he slides two fingers inside me while his tongue works my clit in tight circles. The dual sensation is so intense I arch my back, nearly coming off the chair.
“Oh god—fuck—yes,” I gasp, riding his face shamelessly now.
He curls his fingers, finding the spot inside me that makes my vision blur at the edges. He’s always been so good at finding it which just pissed me off. My thighs start to shake, pressure building low in my belly. I’m right there, right on the fucking edge?—
And then he stops. Again.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I snarl, actually pulling his hair hard enough that he winces.
“Not yet,” he says, his voice raspy and thick with arousal. “I want you desperate for it.”
“I am desperate, you sadistic fuck!” I’m practically sobbing with need, my body trembling. “Just let me come!”
