Page 312 of A Vicious Love

Her voice shook. “Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

Her eyes opened, hazy.

“Yes, I like it.”

“Good.” I kissed her thigh, then moved back to her clit. “Because I’m going to do it again.”

She barely had time to breathe before my mouth returned.

I licked her until her thighs shook.

I learned the rhythm that made her hands tighten in my hair. Each sound fed something in me that had been starving for years without knowing what hunger was. Then I lowered my tongue and gathered more of her wetness, tasting how much she wanted this, how much her body had already answered mine despite her fears. I pressed my mouth there with a low groan.

“Fuck, baby. You’re so wet for me.”

Her breath broke.

I slid my hands beneath her thighs, opening her a little more, still watching. Her eyes were on me now, wide and glassy with need.

“Just like this,” I said, voice rough against her. “This is how we get you ready. Slow. Warm. No rushing.”

She nodded quickly, almost dazed. I licked lower and felt her entire body tighten in surprise. Her hand pulled my hair harder.

Good.

I gave her more.

Slow, careful pressure. My tongue moving in a way that made her thighs tremble around my shoulders, tasting her. When I pushed my tongue inside her, shallow, she gasped like the air had been stolen clean out of her.

My cock throbbed hard enough to make thinking an act of violence.

“You like that?” I asked, barely lifting from her. “Daddy’s tongue fucking you, baby?”

Her answer came as a helpless sound.

“That’s an answer.” I kissed her there again. “A beautiful one.”

“Jamison,” she breathed.

I looked up her body. Her breasts rose with each uneven breath, nipples tight in the cool air. Her hands were in my hair, and her eyes had that stunned, devotional softness as if I had become something holy to her body.

Dangerous, dangerous girl.

She looked at me that way, and I understood why men built temples.

I lowered my mouth again, and her head tipped back into the pillow.

“That’s it,” I murmured. “Let me have you like this first. Let me make you soft for me.”

She moved under me, needier now, less careful with her body. Her hips lifted into my mouth, she came in broken little pulls that were going to haunt me from now until death.

“You’re doing so well,” I said, kissing the inside of her thigh, then her clit again. “So good for me. Taking Daddy’s mouth so sweetly.”

She whimpered.

I pressed my palm flat to her stomach, feeling the muscles flutter under my hand.