Page 32 of Hearts Storm

That makes me laugh. Loudly. Almost immediately, the sound is cut off when his hand comes up to cover my mouth.

“Shhh, Pretty. The neighbors will hear you. Unless…” Lowering his hand, he pulls back a little, searching my face. “You want them to see what I’m gonna do to you? Here. In the dark.”

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When Reyna starts to pant, I suddenly have the urge to pick her up, wrap her legs around my waist, and cuddle her. Hard. Up against the wall. Over and over.

“I’m going to touch you now.”

The way she’s looking up at me, all wide-eyed and parted lips, does something feral to my cock. I need to taste her. I don’t give a shit if it’s here on her porch, out on the lawn or in the fucking dirt.

This is happening.

Slowly, I slide my hands up her thighs, taking my sweet ass time. A soft gasp escapes her lips as my palms skim higher, shivering beneath my touch.

“Fuck, Pretty,” I murmur against her ear. “Your skin is so soft.”

Her hips buck into my hand when I cup her sex over her panties, making me grin against her neck.

“Brex,” she breathes, digging her fingers into my shoulders.

I suck, tasting salt and something sweet as I press my mouth to the skin between her neck and shoulder. I want to leave my mark on her. Something she’ll see tomorrow when she looks in the mirror. Something that’ll remind her of me long after she’s gone.

So I suck harder, teeth grazing her pulse point as I tuck my hand inside her panties. The second my fingers slide through her slick heat, I groan.

“Holy shit,” I rasp, pulling back just enough to look down at her. “You’re fucking soaked.”

Her cheeks flush as I admire the dark mark I made. It’s already starting to bruise, and it makes my cock throb painfully against my zipper.

Perfect. I want the whole world to know she’s been claimed.

Dropping to my knees, I lock eyes with her as I bring my fingers to my mouth. One by one, I lick them clean, watching her reaction as her lips part and her breathing turns ragged.

Eyes on her, I lift the hem of her dress. “Hold this,” I order, voice rough with need. “I want you to watch me devour you.”

Her hands tremble as she gathers the fabric, bunching it in her fists, clutching it between her breasts.

The sight of her soaked panties, thighs slightly parted as she gazes down at me with those ice-blue eyes, nearly makes me come in my jeans.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I growl.

Hooking my fingers in the waistband, I drag her panties down her smooth legs, helping her step out before tucking them into my back pocket.

She makes a small sound of protest. “What are you doing with those?”

“Souvenir,” I grin up at her.

Before she can argue, I grip her thighs and pull her closer, spreading her open. The scent of her arousal hits my nose, and I groan, pressing my mouth to her inner thigh.

“Brex,” she whispers, fingers threading through my hair.

I look up, making sure she’s watching me, then dive in.

The first taste of her has me rolling my eyes in ecstasy. Musky and sweet, I can’t get enough as I lick, long and slow through her folds before circling her clit with my tongue.

“Shit,” she gasps, hips jerking forward.

Gripping her hips tighter, I throw one of her legs over my shoulder, holding her in place as I work her with my tongue. She’s already trembling, thighs quivering as I slide two fingers inside her.