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His mouth finds my other nipple, while his hands slip around to squeeze my ass. He groans, sending tingles all the way to my toes.
I can’t take the torment he put me through last time. “Worship my pussy with that wicked tongue,” I gasp.
I feel his lips curl up into a smile against my breast. His hand drifts past my navel to the apex of my thighs, pressing a gentle finger against my clit and making my eyes roll as I moan. “Impatient tonight, are we?”
“Yes.”
His finger continues to softly circle my clit, while his other hand drifts up to my mouth. “I want these perfect lips wrapped around my cock this time.”
He rolls onto his back and drags me with him, forcing me to straddle his face. “What did you call my tongue?” he murmurs. “Wicked?”
Before I can respond, that glorious tongue glides up my slit.
I gasp, arching forward and palms landing on the pillow above his head. “Yes. They may call you Saint, but your tongue is pure evil.”
His chuckle sends goosebumps racing down my limbs. He wraps his hands around my thighs to keep me in place. “If my tongue is evil, then let me help you sin.”
With that, his tongue strokes up me again, swirling around my swollen clit and making me whimper. The pleasure is alreadyexquisite now that I’ve been without my stolen vibrator for days and Saint has left me aching for him.
But he was right—my vibrator can’t do to me what his tongue can.
He groans when he slips his tongue inside my throbbing pussy. I gasp, clawing at his shoulders and riding his tongue. He keeps moaning like he loves the feel and taste of me grinding on his face. Every other man I’ve ever been with has been nearly silent in bed, and I had no idea I even wanted a man to be vocal until now. Until him.
The muscles in my stomach and thighs are already tightening. I never come this quickly, but the orgasm is barreling toward me like a runaway train. There’s no putting the brakes on now.
“Fuck, Saint,” I hiss. “Please. Suck on my clit.”
“Whatever my muse desires,” he murmurs before wrapping his lips around my swollen nub and pulling it into his mouth.
I cry out, falling forward and unable to keep myself upright anymore. His arms like chains around my thighs are the only things anchoring me in place.
His mouth is chaotic on my pussy, licking and sucking and penetrating like he wants to taste and feel every inch of me as I grind on him. Wave after wave of my orgasm drags me under, making me limp.
I expect him to roll me off, spread my legs, and finally take what he’s been fantasizing about since he started stalking me.
But instead of flipping me on my back, he spins me around so I’m still straddling his head, but now I’m facing the long, thick erection in his pants.
“Take out my cock, muse,” he instructs. “Now let’s see what your wicked tongue can do.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
SAINT
“When’s thelast time you got tested?” Briar meets my gaze over her shoulder, lips pursed in disgust.
I smirk. A little late for her to be asking that. “A week after I met you.”
Her scowl deepens. “You were so sure you would get me in bed?”
“I’m sure about everything with you.” I lick at her still-sensitive clit to emphasize my point.
She shudders. “What else are you so sure about?”
“One day your name will be Briar de Haas.”
“First of all, I wouldn’t change my name for any man.” She rolls her eyes. “Not even my husband. My mother didn’t take my father’s last name either. And why should she? She’s not his property.”
“It’s not about property—it’s about unity. Becoming one, in law and in name. I would happily take your last name if that’s what you wanted.”
