Page 73 of Freed By the Witchbone Knife

He released her hands and turned to the bent knee on his right, leaving a gentle kiss upon her skin. A breathy sigh fell from her lips. He left another, and another, trailing up the inside of her thigh. Using every bit of restraint he possessed to keep from diving straight into her cunt. Because he needed to give her time to pull away if she didn’t want this.

Because once he started, he wasn’t sure he could stop.

When his face hovered just above her sex, thoughts muddled with the overpowering scent of her arousal, he met her eyes. She pulled her lower lip between her teeth, looking down the length of her body at him. “I…”

“What is it?”

“It’s just… I can’t usually come like… Like that. I like it, I mean. I just... When I don’t come, I don’t want you think it’s you. I just usually…can’t.”

He frowned. “You’ve never come on a man’s tongue before?”

She swallowed then shook her head, her beautiful doe eyes wide. “I mean…no. I’ve had guys go down on me before. I get that it’s like, one of those things men feel obligated to do as like, a stepping stone or whatever. It just takes me a bit longer than you know, five minutes or whatever to finish. So I’ve never been able to—with oral, I mean. I guess I’m not like other girls.”

“Did someone say that to you?” he demanded. Her face flushed red. “Tell me.”

“I…”

His anger flared. “Was it Blackthorn?”

He hated the thought of that male’s hands on her.

“He said it took me too long, that I wasn’t like other women. And that since I couldn’t, we might as well just get on to sex.”

“I’m going to fucking kill him.” The snarl burst from his chest.

“Axel. Please.”

He stilled. She needed him. And he had every intention of worshiping her.

“Well, that piece of shit got one thing right. You aren’t like other women, sweetheart. And thank fuck for that.” Her lips parted. “I’m not like other men, either. I have every intention of making you come on my face. Repeatedly.”

“You don’t have to⁠—”

“Oh, I do. And I can promise you, the obligatory five minutes won’t be enough for me. Not even close. So I’m going to stay right here, and I’m going to eat this pretty pussy for the next several hours while I worship you. You’ll have all the time in the world. And no pressure whatsoever. No rush, you understand?”

She nodded. “I… Yes. But what if I still can’t…?”

“I’ve got these, remember?” He wrapped his hand around her thigh and squeezed hard enough that his fingers sank into her flesh. “I intend to use them. You’ll be coming on my face and my fingers. I can promise you that.”

There was nothing more to say. He positioned his shoulders at the backs of her thighs. Then he lowered his face, inhaling deeply. He kept his gaze on hers as he spit on her cunt like he was marking her, watched her shock. Then he dove in, sweeping the flat of his tongue through her folds in a single, powerful stroke. A breathy moan erupted from her body. He did it again, and again, lapping at her slick heat. Letting the taste of her blur his thoughts. She tasted like his perfect fantasy. Most importantly, she tasted like his. Because she was his. His mate.

“Oh, God.” Her hips bucked against his mouth.

He chuckled, reaching up with one hand and pinning her abdomen flat.

Letting go, he let her have it all. Short flicks of his tongue paired with long, firm strokes. He circled her clit before tracking down to press at her entrance, delving into her wet heat. Dipping in as her tight cunt clenched around him.

He wanted her arousal everywhere. Coating his skin. Wanted to drown in her essence.

His fingers twitched with the need to enter her. To see if she was as tight as he imagined. But he refrained. Call it pride. Or perhaps a perverse need to know that he was better than Blackthorn.

Because he was determined to make her come from his tongue alone. If it took her a while? All the better for him.

Mere minutes in, and her thighs began to tremble, caging his head like she couldn’t bear to let him go. Her fingers tangled in his hair. He gave up the battle with her hips, letting her rock against him. His hands cupped her ass, squeezing and palming her flesh as he feasted on her.

“Oh, God. Axel! I think…fuck! I think…”

“You gonna come for me, sweetheart? Make me the luckiest fucking man in the world?” He rubbed his nose against her clit, licking through her folds.