Or she might experience the best damn night of her existence.
It was my job to ensure the latter.
Just as soon as she came down from her newest high.
30
Calina
Where am I?I wondered, my vision an interesting mixture of black dots and silk sheets.
I was on my stomach.
And oh, Jace was between my thighs.
I was riding his face.
I couldn’t remember turning over, the last orgasm having erased all thought from my mind, leaving me a writhing mess on the bed.
But Jace had grabbed my hips… and now…ohh.
My knees were on either side of his head, my palms were in the pillows, and I was screaming into the silk as I fought for some semblance of mental control.
He wouldn’t stop, his mouth voracious and compelling and defying all reason.
Blissful heat stirred in my veins, my stomach curling as yet another climax threatened to take me under once more. It was on the tip of my tongue to beg him to stop, to tell him I couldn’t take any more, as he slid two fingers inside me and stole my ability to process anything beyond sensation.
I thought him biting my clit had been intense, but this… was… so muchmore.
He stroked a secret part of me that shattered my very existence, leaving me a panting, unintelligible wreck of a person.
My mind no longer functioned. All my hard-fought strategy and control…gone.
And I couldn’t even be bothered to care.
Because I was flying high, my body trembling beneath wave after wave of beautiful agony. It hurt in the best way. It left me breathless. Weak. Yet full of life.
I wanted to laugh. No, I wanted to giggle. And then I wanted to sigh and beg him to do it all over again.
“Mmm, I could keep you in this state for eternity,” Jace whispered, his mouth suddenly near mine.
He’d rotated me onto my back again, the mattress a pillow of comfort to my overheated skin. Every inch of me burned, Jace’s brand a searing energy I felt brushing my very soul.
But he wasn’t done.
I could feel it in the intent of his mouth as he kissed me, the way his strong body aligned with mine with the heart of him pressing into my sensitive flesh.
He was going to rip me apart.
And I welcomed him by spreading my legs.
Because I wanted to experience everything he had to give and more.
“Fuck, Calina.” The words were a breath against my lips.
“Yes,” I replied, arching into him and answering the question he hadn’t voiced.
Jace wasn’t the type to ask. And I wasn’t exactly the type to accept, either.
