Page 73 of A Beastologist's Field Notes of Fated Affection

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The hand in my hair pulled harder, baring my neck to him. My breath hitched as he sucked the skin at the curve of my shoulder.

“Do you like it when I take control?” he asked, dipping lower to take my nipple into his mouth.

He bit down. “Yes!” I answered.

“Yes, what?”

I was panting now, my entire body tingling. I swore I could come from his words alone and how he was worshiping my breasts. “Yes, I like it when you take control.”

“Mmm,” he said, still teasing my nipple, flicking and sucking.

I moaned, arching my back.

Without warning he lifted me up to the ledge, a moss covered rock behind me to lean against. Liam stayed in the water, his head level with exactly where I was sitting. His eyes evaluated every inch of me as if he was memorizing each dip and curve.

“You’re absolutely stunning,” he said. “Now spread those beautiful legs for me.”

I swear my clit throbbed at his orders. Doing as he said, I opened my thighs, my breath coming in short bursts as I waited, naked and vulnerable.

He groaned, running his hands up my thighs. “Look at that pretty pussy. So fucking wet for me.”

I gasped at the foul words. The foul words that were making me even wetter. I never thought I would like dirty talk. But coming from him? I loved it. I wanted more of it.

He ran a finger up my center and I inhaled a sharp breath as it brushed over my clit. He kept his eyes on my face, watching every expressionto learn what I liked. He circled my clit again before pushing a finger inside me.

“Oh,” I moaned, laying my head back on the rock.

He worked it in and out, curling it forward before adding another. My legs trembled as he stretched me, moving with deft precision before adding a third.

“Liam,” I moaned, looking down at him and bucking my hips.

He gave me a subtle smirk, then pulled his fingers out and wrapped his lips around them, sucking off every drop of my arousal, not breaking eye contact with me the entire time. “You taste like heaven.”

Oh my…that’s so hot.

Then he tossed my legs over his shoulders and dove forward. The moment he ran his tongue up my center I nearly shouted. Nothing had ever felt this good before. My senses in overdrive, I gripped his hair, bucking against him.

He groaned, working his tongue with perfect accuracy. There was no way I was going to last. I was already so close. My skin was on fire, my legs trembled as pleasure coiled low in my belly.

“Liam…I’m…I’m going to—” but I couldn’t finish the words.

My orgasm ripped through me like a tidal wave, my legs shaking even harder. Liam clutched my thighs, fingers digging into my flesh as he worked me through my climax. My back bowed and I screamed as I fell over the edge of pleasure.

He pulled away, kissing down the inside of my thighs with reverence. My breaths were heavy, gasping as I looked into his self-satisfied eyes. Carefully, he lifted me off the ledge, returning me to the water and guiding my thighs to wrap around his waist again.

I couldn’t help but move against him, rubbing myself on his hard cock as he walked us toward the waterfall. I wanted him so badly, needed to see what he felt like inside me.

“Greedy woman,” he said as he moved, pulling us into a little alcove. “Hold on.”

The water was shallower back here, the surface coming up toLiam’s mid thigh, most of our bodies out of the pool. I kissed him hard, digging my fingers into the hair at his nape.

“Do you want me to fuck you, Cerise?” he said in between kisses.

“Yes.”

“Say it.”

“I want you to fuck me,” I whined. “Please. I need you to.”