CH 110
I stare at him for a moment, my heart pounding against my ribs. Then, with a reluctant sigh, I step back and force a small smile. “Fine. But if you’re wrong about this, I reserve the right to say ‘I told you so.’”
His lips quirk into the faintest of smiles. “As you wish.”
Then his mouth is on mine again, and I feel the last of my rational thought begin to slip away.
Wake kisses like he does everything else—with single-minded focus. When he kissed me the first time, I knew that was it for me. The other men who had come before, even the men I thought were good, had nothing on Wake.
This time is no different. His tongue thrusts into my mouth, demanding. He's hard against my stomach, his hips rolling slightly in a way that grinds his erection against my clit. He's already kicked off his pants, leaving him deliciously naked.
Wake nips at my lower lip and pulls away, leaving me gasping and trying to catch my breath.
I can't stop the way my hands are running over the hard planes of his chest, the thick cords of his arms. I love the way he feels beneath my hands, the way the muscles ripple and jump with my touch. I slide down to palm his cock through his pants. He's so hard and hot and heavy in my hand.
He hisses out a breath. "I'll never get my fill of this, mate. The gods made you for me."
"The gods sound like smart people." I stroke him once, twice. It's so hot to see him losing his control because of what I'm doing to him.
Wake moves, and I have just enough time to let go of him before he has me on my back. He tugs the dress up my legs, and I arch my hips to help. In a flash, the dress is gone and Wake is kissing the insides of my thighs, teasing me by moving closer and closer to where I want him and then retreating.
"Wake."
"Yes, love?" He doesn't look up from where he's tormenting me, his hands pushing my legs wider so that cool air teases my folds.
I prop myself up on my elbows. "If you don't put your mouth on me right now, I'm going to kill you."
"Well, we can't have that." His eyes are bright and teasing, but I don't care because his tongue flicks over my clit, and the world falls away.
Pleasure, sharp and electric, rushes through me. It's like this every time he touches me. Every. Single. Time. My heart skips a beat, my breathing speeds up. I forget how to think as he licks me, long and slow and so damn perfect that my eyes roll back in my head.
I have the sudden, terrifying thought that I can't remember how to form words.
Wake slides a finger inside me and I gasp, the sensation driving me higher. I try to close my thighs, but his wide shoulders keep them spread wide. He adds another finger and crooks them until he's rubbing against my G-spot.
All the while, his tongue works its magic, the flat of it stroking my clit as his fingers drive me mad. He knows my body better than I do. Within moments, the orgasm is building. I try to fight it, not wanting this to be over too quickly, but Wake's mouth is unrelenting, his fingers working in and out, the calluses catching in a way that makes me gasp and clutch at the blanket.
"Come for me, Phoebe."
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