Chapter 66
LILY
He feasts on me in the slowest possible way. Unhurried. Thorough. Like he’s got all night to ruin me with his tongue and has every intention of doing exactly that.
Pleasure pulls tight low in my stomach, hotter every second he keeps licking me. My thighs tremble around his shoulders, my fingers twine in his hair while he holds me open like I’m something precious. Like I’m something he wants to savor.
If I don’t get more, I’m going to die—I just know it. “Mason—”
He sucks gently on my clit, and I lose all train of thought. The groan he makes against me nearly sends me over the edge by itself.
Heat crashes through me so hard my vision blurs. I can’t think. Can’t breathe. There’s only his mouth and the unbearable pressure building tighter and tighter until I’m shaking with it.
Then his fingers curl inside me and I break.
A cry tears out of me as the orgasm hits, sharp and endless, my back arching off the mattress while wave after wave wrecks me. Mason keeps me there through all of it, holding me steady while I come apart in his hands and on his tongue.
“There you are,” he murmurs, voice rough against my skin, nibbling around my clit. “You sound so pretty when you come for me.”
I feel another surge rush through me, and I cry out again. When it finally eases, I collapse back against the sheets, chest heaving. Mason presses a slow kiss to the inside of my thigh, wrecked-looking himself.
“One,” he says calmly, kissing my other thigh.
I frown down at him, still shaking. “One?”
His eyes lift to mine, dark and dangerous. “Pretty girl, I’m nowhere near done with you.”