Chapter 26 #2
She hadn’t realized how desperately neglected she was until now.
The warm drag of his tongue circled her clit before he sucked gently, so careful she almost laughed.
Am I doing this right? If he only knew. What he was doing was maddening.
His fingers spread her open, the pads of them massaging with a rhythm that sent sparks racing across her skin.
She was warm, wet, and completely at his mercy.
The room was steeped in him—his magical, intoxicating scent, like stepping into a sunlit greenhouse, layered with something richer, warmer, like buttery caramel. It was driving her mad, mixing with the slick sounds of his focus and her breathless cries.
When he pushed a finger inside her—then a second—her mind shattered. Coherent thought slipped away entirely, replaced by raw, aching need.
Had it been minutes? Seconds? It didn’t matter. Her hips moved of their own accord, grinding against him as she chased release with reckless abandon. Her body was completely lost to him.
“Loch,” she whimpered, her voice catching as her head fell back. Her chest heaved as she gathered herself, her words tumbling out in a breathless rush. “You’re so good at this. So fucking good.”
Her hand slid to his hair, fingers tangling in it as she gasped again. “You’re perfect, Loch. Every part of you. Your mouth—oh, goddess—your mouth is everything.”
He moaned in response. Her gaze flicked downward, catching the subtle motion of his right shoulder pumping back and forth.
Realization hit her like a lightning strike, blooming hot across her cheeks.
He was stroking himself, his control slipping as he devoured her with the same intensity she craved.
“Loch,” she said again, her tone low and urgent.
Her hand twitched toward him instinctively, but he stopped her with a smoldering look, his eyes dark and possessive, making her melt.
“Don’t.”
His voice left her trembling, her heart racing. He shifted slightly, and her gaze caught it—her torn underwear still clutched in his fist, stretched tight over his cock.
“You like this, want this?” he murmured, before dragging his tongue up her slick heat. “Watching me fall apart for you?”
“Yes,” she gasped, her hips bucking into his mouth as her orgasm hovered just out of reach. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
His lips grazed her clit as his fingers curled inside her, finding the perfect spot. “I couldn’t if I wanted to,” he murmured, his voice dripping with hunger. “Not when you’re like this, wanting and waiting for me.”
Her head fell back, stars bursting behind her eyelids, but her gaze kept returning to him. The sight of his cock sliding against the silken fabric of her underwear, his hand flexing with every stroke, was burned into her memory—a permanent entry in her spank bank, ready for frequent revisits.
“You’re perfect,” he groaned, his words punctuated by a harsh suck that made her cry out. “So fucking perfect. I feel you, Nia. Will you come for me?”
“Yes!” Her voice broke, raw and unrestrained.
“Then give it to me, love,” he demanded, his tone firm yet coaxing, his fingers driving into her harder, his tongue unrelenting. “Let me feel you.”
The combination of his words and his touch shattered her. Her release surged through her like a tidal wave, pleasure so intense her whole body trembled against him. Her cry filled the room, unbridled and wild, as every nerve in her exploded.
The deep, guttural moan he let out tore through her as his release followed hers, a perfect, messy symphony.
When the haze began to clear, her gaze dropped to him.
He was still nestled between her thighs, his lips glistening with the evidence of her undoing.
His chest heaved, his dark eyes heavy-lidded but blazing as they met hers.
He looked utterly wrecked, and the sight made her heart race all over again.
Her gaze darted to his hand, the slick fabric stretched taut.
The ruined silk between them wasn’t just a casualty—it was a trophy, undeniable proof of just how far gone he was for her.
She’d never look at fine fabric the same way again.
Heat flared in her cheeks. “I didn’t realize I was into that,” she admitted, the words tumbling out before her mind could catch up with her mouth.
His brows lifted slightly, amusement and heat mingling in his expression. “Good to know,” he murmured, his voice like a caress. He dipped his head back down, pressing a lingering kiss to her sensitive center.
“I didn’t know what I was doing,” he admitted softly. “I just knew I wanted to taste you.”
She blinked. That was him not knowing what he was doing? Her body was still trembling from it. If that was inexperience, she was in serious trouble.
“I couldn’t tell. We were quick,” she said after a beat, her tone light but her heart racing.
His expression shifted, his eyes narrowing just enough to make her stomach flip. It wasn’t annoyance—more like a silent, smoldering challenge.
“It means,” she added quickly, a grin tugging at her lips, “we can go again, right?”
The tension in his shoulders loosened as he leaned in, his mouth brushing against her knee, then her thigh. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.”