Page 64 of Freedom’s Inferno

“Good,” he murmured. “Then let me show you what it means for a man to worship a woman.”

His fingers dug into my thighs, as he spread my legs wider.

He brushed a thumb over the raised flesh of my scar, and my body went rigid. The air left my lungs all at once. Shame rose sharp and reflexive, a memory of pain I hadn’t meant to carry into this moment.

He paused for a breath, long enough that I felt the weight of his hesitation.

I couldn’t look at him; I didn’t want to see pity or disgust. Not here. Not now.

Then, he leaned in, and the warmth of his breath hit me, followed by a touch so gentle it unraveled every defense I had left. He pressed his lips to the ruined skin, before settling his face at the apex of my thighs.

Charlie’s large palms slid beneath my ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh. He hooked my left leg over his neck, thumb pulling upward to bare my clit. Even the air felt charged, humming against my skin in a way that was both exquisite and impossible to stand.

Then, he lowered his head and ran his tongue through my slit in one long, slow stroke.

I gasped.

He closed his lips around my swollen bud and sucked.

Pleasure shot through my core like lightning. His tongue slid through my center again, and my eyes fluttered closed.

Charlie rumbled in appreciation, the sound vibrating against my skin. His tongue parted the delicate folds at my entrance, pressing inside me, hungry and unyielding. The noise that escaped me ignited him, turning restraint into something fierce—almost desperate—as though my breaking was the thing he’d been waiting for.

He moved with confidence, alternating between long, torturous strokes of his tongue and tight, precise circles around my clit.

My hips bucked but he held me steady, face buried between my thighs.

His tongue plunged inside me, swirling deep as his lips sucked and nipped with growing urgency.

The pleasure built gradually, like a current gathering under my skin, every breath sharper, every heartbeat louder.

His thumb ground against my clit, coaxing me closer to the edge. Charlie’s fingers dragged through my slick, and he exhaled a shaky breath.

“God, I love how responsive you are,” he said, voice full of gravel. “You’re so fucking wet.”

A finger pushed inside me. Then, a second, twisting to stroke a spot I didn’t know existed.

“Oh, fuck,” I groaned, nesting my fingers in his hair. “You’re… really good at that…”

My eyes fluttered open.

He smirked at me, too pleased with himself.

His fingers curled, his thumb massaging the swell of my clit; ripples of pleasure traveled from the base of my spine straight through my toes. The hot press of his mouth devoured me again, and my head fell back, my hips thrusting against his face.

The way he growled, more animal than human, sent me over the edge.

My thighs trembled, and I came undone, muscles clamping around his fingers, body shaking. Pleasure tore through me like a storm breaking against the shore. Each wave that rolled through set my body aflame. A startled cry ripped from my throat, instinct urging me to pull away, yet Charlie kept me anchored, guiding me through every shuddering breath until I had nothing left to give.

I stilled beneath him.

He traced his way back up my body until his mouth found mine again.

I tasted myself on his lips as my tongue danced with his. My heart beat so hard I thought it might explode.

His body aligned with mine, and the hard press of him against my thigh left no room for misinterpretation. Whatever else was complicated between us, this wasn’t.

“You okay?” he asked.