We pull apart, breathless.
“I think I love kissing you.” I chuckle.
He trails kisses along my jaw, down my throat. I arch back, head falling to the side. His mouth continues its descent until it reaches my peaked nipples. He takes one into his mouth and strokes it softly with his tongue.
My body shivers at the sensation—delicious, overwhelming. He curls his tongue around me, and I moan loudly.
He shifts back, lifting me from his lap and laying me on the mattress before him. My legs fall open on either side of his body. I’m spread bare in front of him. His jaw tightens as his fingers ghost over my center. I glance down. Blood.
“It’s nothing.” My voice is steady. “I’m not in pain. Just wipe it away.”
He presses me back gently, bends, and lifts my hips. Then his mouth is on me, his tongue sliding over my labia.
I gasp. “What are you—” The question dissolves into a moan as his tongue slides inside the folds.
He flattens his tongue against me, the tip resting at my entrance. It feels like he’s covering all of me. He slowly moves it upward in a soft stroke. When the tip brushes my clit, I shudder. A shivery moan leaves my throat.
He does it again—from my entrance to the hood of my clit—agonizingly slow, with barely any pressure at all. By the third stroke, I’m shaking. Heaving.
“F-faster.” The word shudders out of me.
But he doesn’t. He keeps that same maddening pace. My eyes roll back. I’m gasping, moaning—lost. The sensation builds and builds until I’m nearly sobbing with it.
“Please, Salvario…” I gasp as the tip of his tongue finds my clit.
I fist my hands in his hair, trying to force him to add more pressure or move faster, but he doesn’t budge.
My moans grow louder, more desperate. I’m submerging into the depths of pleasure, slowly and completely. My whole body is shaking. I’m crying, and then it crashes over me.
No sound comes out; my breath frozen in my throat. It feels like my body is floating, and everything is exploding inside me.
The orgasm traps me in that blissful haze for a long moment before I return to reality, shuddering as he feasts on my thighs. Unlike the gentleman he was with my pussy, he is a demon now. Biting. Sucking. Marking.
I’m crying, moaning, trembling. He returns to my center, and I shake my head, unable to find my voice. And with the lightest brush of his tongue, I shatter again. Just as violently.
Chapter 33
Elowen
The next time I drift down from the high, he’s licking the marks he left on my thigh.I lift my head to look, there are marks, dark against my skin. I let my head fall back again.
His soft licks still send tremors through me. But I don’t have the energy to stop him.
He gathers my legs, draping them to one side, and lifts me, cradling me back in his lap. A groan rumbles in his throat when I settle against thehard length of him.
I’ll give him his pleasure, I promise myself, once I’ve surfaced from mine. It’s still rippling through me in small, fading waves.
He presses a kiss to my lips, watching my dazed state with heated eyes.
“Where did you learn this?”He’s never been with anyone before.
“You liked it?”
I chuckle. “Can’t you tell?”
He smiles. “I’m still learning. Can’t be too sure.”
“Well, you’re an excellent learner.” I grin. “How much have you learned so far?”
