Not with her.
Not ever with her.
I wanted this to go on forever, to indulge in these moments and expand them into eternity.
Goose bumps pebbled across her abdomen as I kissed my way down to the sweet spot between her thighs. She whispered my name again, her fingers still in my hair. I met and held her gaze once more as I pressed a kiss to her hot center, then I traced a wet line with my tongue through her slick heat.
She convulsed in response, a glorious moan of approval parting her swollen lips.
I took that as a sign to proceed and licked her deeper.
“You taste so fucking good, Kayla,” I told her, my voice lowering to a growl. Because fuck, I could die blissfully in this state, with her essence coating my tongue and sliding down my throat.
I’d happily drown here.
But I wanted to hear her cry out in pleasure first.
I needed that sound to follow me to the afterlife.
To give me something more to dream about. To know whether my fantasies were even realistic at all.
I was betting they weren’t, as the heat I felt blistering through my veins now made my dreams feel insignificant in comparison.
Kayla set my soul on fire. Not just because of our connection but because it washer. This feisty female with her heart of gold.
She might not see it that way.
But I did.
Iknewher.
It didn’t matter that my memories of however many days or weeks or months or years were tainted by my near death.
I felt the knowledge in my soul that this female was destined to be mine all along.
Those memories would come back soon, but for now, I focused on the feelings and the knowledge of our shared destiny.
And I speared her with my tongue.
Her thighs tightened around me, her body quivering as she shared the pleasure I offered with my mouth. It wasn’t enough, something I did on purpose to keep her from falling over the edge too quickly.
I wanted her to soar. To scream. To come so hard she saw stars.
Which meant drawing out the pleasure one lick at a time.
“Ezra.” My name left her on a sexy little growl that had my lips curling against her.
“Yes, Kayla?” I asked softly, my lips moving upward to the place I knew she desired.
“Stop teasing me and fuck me,” she demanded.
“Hmm,” I hummed against the little bundle of nerves begging for my attention. “Are you sure that’s what you want, sweet heiress?”
She practically vibrated in response, her legs tensing as a curse left her lips.
I ran my palms up and down her legs, widening her even more before trailing my fingertips up her inner thighs.
Something incoherent left her as I slipped a finger inside her pulsing heat. I added a second to create a scissoring motion that made her quiver with delight.
