Page 16 of The Banshee’s Unmistakable Love

“Zander.” She says my name on an airy breath, making my cock harden even more.

Shaking my head, I lower myself to her ear. “I’m selfish—I want the first taste.”

Again, I pepper her skin with kisses, moving more quickly down to the pinkish-lavender peaks on her small chest. She could not be more perfect, every inch of her carefully chosen by the universe.

My lips connect with the silky tissue beside her hard nipples, and she arches into me. Hearing her tiny breaths, feeling the heat radiating from her body, only makes me even more eager to please her.

Kissing my way across her breasts, I take one of her nipples into my mouth. Each suck, nibble, or swirl of my tongue makes her writhe beneath me, her wrists straining against my hands.

“Gods, Zander…” she trails off as a tiny moan slips out.

It ends abruptly, before I can fully enjoy the sweet, sweet sound, and I release her nipple with an erotically wet pop. I let go of one of her wrists so I have a hand free to tease her neglected peak, rolling it between two fingers gently.

I drag my eyes slowly up to hers. “I like hearing you, Briar. You don’t have to be shy with me.”

Her cheeks flare with a beautiful blush, but she nods. Bringing my lips to hers, I kiss her deeply before returning my attention to her chest. My hand moves just as I take her other nipple into my mouth, repeating the same teasing as the last.

“That feels good,” she moans quietly, her hand finding its way into my hair. The muscles in her wrist I’m still holding tighten with each pulse of pleasure that goes through her.

I can tell she’s nervous, but all I want to do is make her feel good. Make her comfortable with me. She’s the woman of my dreams, and I want to treat her like so.

The more I stimulate her, the more she arches into me. Her legs spread wider and wider beneath my hips, and my dick is painfully hard trapped between us.

It doesn’t even matter though—I’d pleasure her over and over again with nothing in return. I don’t need it. What I need is her. In my life, in my heart, in my bed.

And I’ll make sure she knows just how wanted she is.

Lifting myself from her chest, I let go of her wrists. Her eyelashes flutter as she watches me, unmoving from her position. Her chest rises and falls heavily, her lips curving upward into a smile that is somehow insanely sexy and cute at the same time.

I trail my hands down her sides until I reach the top of her pants, pausing before I go any further. “May I?”

She nods, raising her hips to help me slide off her leggings. Her slim waist leads to round hips that hold up tiny white cotton panties.

“Briar,” I say, my tone serious. “I want you to tell me if you don’t like something—or if you do. And if you want to stop at any point, all you have to do is tell me.”

She nods again, giving me a bigger smile. “I will, don’t worry, love.”

It’s as if she has some power over me; simply calling me love has made my desire to taste her, to pleasure her, even stronger. Her panties are off in mere seconds, her thighs spread wide open for me to view her delicious, dripping cunt.

I kiss her from her sternum all the way to her belly button. Instead of going straight down from there, I kiss each of her hip bones, making my way to the soft flesh of her thighs. There’s not one part of her I don’t want to cherish.

The closer I get to my true destination, the more my mouth waters. My tongue begs to get a taste, to dive deep inside her and clean her out like a pudding cup.

I finally indulge in my craving, my tongue teasing her entrance as my fingers find her clit. Her hand slips into my curls, gripping in a way that gives her control over me.

It’s like she’s the puppet master and I’m the puppet at her disposal to use for her pleasure. As I plunge my tongue as deep inside as I can, her legs squeeze around my head.

My free hand grips her thigh, holding her as she shudders and arches and writhes. Beautiful, delicate moans leave her as I devour her, and I was right—she tastes divine.

“Yes, like that,” she moans, and I keep doing exactly what I’m doing.

I don’t dare to change speed or pressure, just as I don’t dare come up for a breath. I’d suffocate here if she wanted me to—happily.

Her hips move, almost riding my face from below. When she clenches around me again, I do dare to change it up, slowing slightly and increasing the pressure of my tongue.

“Oh, my—” Briar takes a sharp breath. “That. Yes—yes.” No more words leave her, just sweet, sweet moans as her body tenses and shakes.

I don’t stop until her back falls back to the mattress and her thighs relax beside my head. Then, and only then, do I remove my face from her addictive juices.