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I reach behind me and unfasten my bra, letting it fall to the ground next to me before pushing down my skirt and underwear.

“You’re wearing too many clothes.” I tug at the hem of his shirt.

He quickly tugs it over his head, and I ogle his muscular tattooed chest, that is, until he pushes his shorts and boxers down and his thick, hard cock bobs out.

“Is that?” I stare at his piercing.

“A Jacob’s ladder,” he says, stroking himself.

“Holy shit.” I reach for him, wanting to touch and explore his piercing. I’ve read about them in books, but I’ve never experienced one firsthand. I squeeze my thighs together. I bet it’ll feel amazing.

I run my fingers along the five barbells, a shudder racking through him, the silver chain he wears bouncing with every movement. Fuck, that’s hot.

“Stop,” he husks, and I pull my hand away. “If you keep touching me, this is going to be over quick.”

Before I can respond, he drops to his knees in front of me.

“You’re beautiful. You’re glowing.” He looks up at me reverently, running his hands over my calves and up my hips before leaning forward and feathering his lips against my barely there belly.

Butterflies flutter in my stomach at his words, his actions, at the fact that I have him on his knees in front of me, looking at me like he’s going to destroy me for all other men.

I slide my fingers through his hair.

“What are you doing down there?”

“Enjoying the view.” He runs his tongue through my center, letting out the hottest sound ever, a mix between a whimper and a groan.

“So good.” His eyes flutter open, expression heated. “Lie on the bed. I’m starving.”

“Bash …”

“Bed. Now.” He gets to his feet, and I do as he asks, lying down on the bed. He pauses, gazing at me. “Do you not want me to make you come with my tongue?”

I swallow, suddenly self-conscious when I never have been around him.

“I want you to. I know some guys don’t—”

He cuts me off with a searing kiss. “If I didn’t make myself abundantly clear, I want to taste you, love.”

Goosebumps form over my body at his words. “Yes, please.” I widen my legs, putting my arms behind my head like a pillow so I can watch him.

He kisses my cheek before kneeling at the foot of the bed, then he moves me so my legs are hanging off it. He winks before diving between them. I groan when his mouth makes contact with my pussy.

Holy shit.

I clutch the blankets, needing something to anchor me, unable to look away.

Have I died and gone to orgasm heaven? Because it sure feels like it.

Chapter twenty-three

Sebastian

I trail my tongue through her slit, lapping at her, tasting her, and all the while, my eyes never leave hers.

“So sweet,” I say as I adjust so I can slip a finger inside of her.

Addicting. That’s what she is.