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“Bryn.” My name was a moan on his lips as I undid his belt and then the buttons and zipper that kept his jeans closed. “Bryn, I promise I will worship you. I will make it so good for you.”
I moaned, licking his throat.
“I’ll take things slowly,” he murmured. “I’ll let you feel everything.”
“I know,” I whispered. He shivered as my breath brushed over the spot I’d just licked. “I trust you, Night.”
His answering growl was so loud, I worried that someone might come running to check on us. But that worry disappeared when Night pushed me down onto the bed, easing me flat against the mattress. He sank to his knees at the side of the bed. I expected him to climb on top of me and take me then, but he didn’t. Instead, he took my hips and pulled me close until my knees were off the side of the bed, and my core was inches from his face.
If I was hot before, I was torrid then. Was he going to do that to me? That special thing I’d believed only happened to women in novels? I was almost scared to hope.
“Wh-what are you doing?” I asked breathlessly.
He shushed me, running his hands up and down my thighs. “Trust me,” he murmured, “I just want to make you feel good.”
How could I refuse him? I relaxed my tense thighs. I trusted him implicitly, but I’d never had anyone so close to such an intimate part of me before.
He pressed kisses up my inner thigh. I wiggled and gave a small, whimpering moan as his lips moved closer and closer to where I was aching for his touch. His hands slipped up my skirt, his fingertips tickling across the waistband of my panties. I shivered as he slowly pulled them down my legs and over my feet.
With them gone, he pulled me even closer to the edge of the bed until my ass was nearly hanging off the side. I gasped when I felt his hair tickle against my inner thighs, a gasp that became a moan as his lips finally touched me there. He kissed me, letting out a low groan at the first taste of me. Then he went in for more, lapping at my dripping slit.
I moaned louder, my hands clutching at the sheets. His tongue plunged deep inside me and then came out to taste that most sensitive nub, the one that was so eager for his attention, it throbbed.
“Night,” I cried, my thighs pressing against the sides of his head. I reached down to bury my fingers in his hair. My body had come alive with pleasure and electricity. Each movement of his wicked tongue took me to new heights of ecstasy.
I called his name again, and his answering groan was a muffled vibration against my core. My heartbeat had grown so loud, so powerful, and it beat at a galloping pace. I felt the pulse of it in every inch of my body; that persistent beat and my own gasping moans were the only sounds I could hear.
I writhed beneath the heated insistence of his tongue. I felt like I might die from the pressure that continued to mount inside me long before I felt the release. How was he so good. How did he know exactly what to do to make me feel even more deeply, more intensely?
Finally, when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, my pulse filling my ears over the sound of my panting breaths, the pressure spilled over. I clenched my legs tight around his head, my toes curling, back arching off the bed. Pleasure gushed from my core, and I screamed. The delicious, crackling climax crashed over me. Wave after wave of hot, wonderful bliss rippled across my body, leaving me tense, immobile, and covered in sweat.
As I came down from that impossible high, my body relaxed into the bed. Weak from my orgasm, I propped myself up on shaking elbows to look down at Night. I found him watching me. His tongue ran slowly across his bottom lip, and his eyes were the bright green of hot flames.
“I—I didn’t know I could do that,” I stammered. “I’m sorry, I would’ve warned you if—”
“No.” His voice silenced me, gentle but firm. “I never want to hear you apologize. Not for that.”
The way he was looking at me right now, the way he turned his head to lick the inside of my knee, caused desire to flare within me again. Though I’d just had my first and an unbelievably intense orgasm, though I could have fallen asleep feeling more satisfied than I had ever felt before, I was eager for more.
“Are you ready for more?” he asked like he could read my thoughts.
I nodded, but he would have been able to see the affirmative in my eyes. He got to his feet, removing his shirt and kicking his pants and shoes away. He pitched an incredible tent.
“I want you out of that dress,” he said, his voice almost impossible to decipher over the rumbling in his chest. “I want you naked. Now.”
I went along with his command without question. I sat up slowly, reaching around to undo my bra. I removed it first, pulling it over my head and tossing it to the floor. Night watched me hungrily. He pushed down his boxers, his cock finally free to stand proudly erect.
I gasped at the sight of it. I’d known he was large, had felt him against my leg. But seeing it now—uncut and twitching with lust, the tip moistened with beads of precum—the worry I’d had about it not fitting was replaced with desperate excitement. I wanted him to rip me in half.
“Bryn.” Night’s voice was half commanding, half pleading. “The dress, please.”
My eyes snapped up to his, and a slow smile spread over my face. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you say please,” I said. The bravery I’d felt earlier returned as I slowly eased the dress up my body, watching the way his eyes followed my movements. “I think I ought to reward you.”
“Bryn.” His tone was a warning, but there was excitement under it too. He liked the way I spoke to him.
I pulled the dress over my head and threw it over my shoulder. I was exposed now, every bit as naked as Night himself. The women in my romance novels often felt self-conscious the first time they were nude for their lovers, but I didn’t want to hide my body from Night. I saw the awe—the reverence in his eyes. I saw the way his Adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed. I basked in his attention, loving the way his eyes coveted every inch of my body. I felt powerful and lovely and desirable beneath his gaze. Why would I hide when all I wanted was for him to have me, to love me?
“Come here, Night. I want to taste you too.”
