Page 16 of Hearts Storm

Sealing my mouth over the soft skin just below her navel, I give it a quick suck, grinning when she lets out a small squeak.

I chuckle.

I’ll take that as a good sign.

The further south I travel, the shallower her breathing becomes. And when I hook my fingers under her hips and nudge her thighs apart, spreading her wide open for me, my brain short-circuits.

“If this is what heaven looks like,” I hear myself say, voice rough and wrecked, “please kill me now.”

“Please—”

“Give me a second,” I grunt.

I’m not trying to be an asshole. I genuinely need one. Because she is the most stunning thing I’ve ever had spread out before me, flushed and trembling, looking at me like she’s going to combust.

“Just... yeah.” When I take a deep breath in an attempt to center my control, the sent of her arousal flips a switch in the back of my brain. I can’t wait to get my tongue inside her. “Damn, woman. You smell amazing.”

The second my mouth finds her center, her hips buck off the mattress. The sound she makes is one I know I’ll never forget.

I have to splay my hand across her stomach to hold her in place, because I need her to stay still so I can give her what she’s craving. What we’re both craving.

She tastes incredible. Sweet, warm and addictive. Unlike any candy I’ve ever had the pleasure of putting in my mouth.

Even now, in this moment, with unbridled certainty—I know once isn’t going to be enough. Not even close.

She rolls her hips, matching the rhythm of my tongue as she fucks my face. Little broken sounds keep falling from her lips, each one more toe curling than the last.

I’m going to make it my personal mission to drag every single one of them from her throat.

All. Night. Long.

“Fuuuck,” she gasps. “Please, please, please⁠—”

When I slide two fingers inside her slick, tight pussy, she clamps down instantly, thighs trembling.

“More,” she mewls.

As I curl my fingers and start to pump, her whole body goes rigid. I feel it before I hear it. The sharp intake of breath. The way she stiffens for one suspended, electric moment before she’s falling apart, shaking, crying out while I work her through every last wave and crest, until finally, she goes limp.

A small whimper escapes her when I drag my fingers free, licking them clean. Fuck. I love that sound.

Prowling up her body, I watch her breasts jiggle enticingly as she tries to catch her breath. Hair a wild, sexy mess against the pillow, her cheeks are flushed a deep pink, lips parted.

She looks absolutely wrecked.

Good. Exactly how I want her.

Ruined. Consumed. Pliant.

I take her mouth again, letting her taste herself on my lips. She makes a soft, surprised sound as I deepen the kiss, hands cupping my jaw, pulling me closer.

Blindly, I feel around until my fingers close around one of the foil packets. Breaking away just long enough to tear it open, I roll it on, jaw tight with the effort of keeping myself in check.

When my cock nudges her entrance, her breath hitches. Her thighs fall open, hips tilting, the invitation almost breaking whatever is left of my restraint.

“Still with me, Angel?” I murmur against her temple. “I’m gonna take it slow until you get used to me. So I can fuck you as hard as I want the rest of the night, yeah?”

“Fuck yes,” she breathes.