Grievous (Wanted Men #5) - Nancy Haviland Page 0,66

reality bent and wavered as he extended the climax to unbearable levels by sliding his fingers through her swollen lips and burying them knuckle deep while he nursed on her clit.

If he didn’t kill her, she knew then she would never refuse to eat from his hand again.

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Flattening his tongue, Lucian stroked the quivering bud that was the epicenter of his responsive pet’s pleasure, going left then right and back and forth. Circles, criss-crosses, squares, he didn’t leave one area untouched. His hands stroked her inner thighs, the backs of her knees, her calves. He grabbed her ankles hard and pushed his face up so he could penetrate her soaked pussy. A steady moan of pleasure was coming from her now as he took everything she had to give.

Never had he so enjoyed a woman. Every time he had her was better than the last. Her pleasure fueled him into wanting to deliver more and more. Her hips thrust on his face, and he rumbled his approval as he devoured her, inhaling her arousal, licking it, swallowing the cream she was producing for him. He murmured praise in his own language, savoring, reveling in his triumph.

She suddenly popped her hips back to get away from him. “You have to stop. I can’t…not there. No more.”

He drew back instantly. Wanted to keep going, to bring her somewhere she’d never been. But, no. He didn’t want to cross that line with her during play. He required her trust here.

“Don’t you leave me,” she panted. “Don’t you fucking leave me.”

He pressed his face to her navel and rimmed her belly button with his tongue. He tasted the flavor of strawberry from the oil he’d used to make her shine. She was trembling steadily. Bringing his hands up the backs of her thighs, he didn’t stop until he was passing over her ass. He took advantage of her loose muscles and ran two fingers down the center.

“Have you ever taken a man here?” he asked as he stroked the tight little hole with his pinkie.

A puff of air came out of her that he was sure was supposed to be a laugh. “You must be joking. No, Lucian. No, I haven’t. I don’t think I could do that. Will you…will you come here? I need…I think I need to kiss you or something. I feel lost. And I need to hear your voice more. When you’re silent, you can be anyone doing this to me. I need to hear it’s you.”

He straightened, and she blinked and squinted when he slipped the cover off her eyes. The kiss he gave her was gentle. He felt he could be generous now because she’d admitted to feeling untethered.

Like him.

“I may set you adrift, my pet. But I will never allow you to get beyond my reach. Never.” He released her from her shackles and laid her pliant body on the bed. After bringing her down completely by rubbing her shoulders, wrists, and ankles for a time, he glanced at the tray still sitting on the corner of the mattress. She saw.

“Before you start on that again, I promise, from here on out, I’ll eat whatever you want me to, whenever you want me to eat it. ’Kay?”

He lifted his brow. “That is what they call a broad promise.”

The exhausted little giggle she let out as she rolled over and snaked her way to the tray tore into something in his chest. Warmth filled him; he attributed it to the blood seeping from the invisible injury. She propped herself up on her elbows, and as she inhaled strawberry after strawberry, she bent her legs and kicked her feet in lazy circles.

“You gotta cut the heat in here before I die. Never been so thirsty.”

He swiped the bowl of grapes just as she reached for one.

She shot him a look before groaning and dropping her face into the black sheets. “Seriously?” she mumbled. “I swear you’re the cruelest man I’ve ever known.”

He went over and pressed in the code to kill the heat. Silence crept in as he came back, the whir of the fan slowly winding down.

She rolled to her back and looked up at him. “Before I turn into dust and lose my chance, I have to say that was the most amazing punishment I’ve ever been given. You know, in a horrible, please-kill-me-now-but-don’t-you-dare-stop kind of way.” She gave him a sated smile. A tired smile. “Okay. C’mon. Unless you have a jug of water