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The room is still dim and shadowy, lit only by the beams of moonlight streaming through the window. But the paintings around us don’t seem as ominous now that Elias is here with me. I let my gaze drift up to the ceiling, ignoring the reminders of my past for the moment as I focus entirely on the present.
On the feel of Elias’s lips on my collarbone.
On the pressure of his teeth as he nips at my shoulder.
On the large hand that snakes up under my tank top to squeeze and massage my breast.
That’s all that matters right now. It’s all that’s real.
This.
Us.
With a low humming sound, Elias drops his head to my other breast, catching my nipple between his teeth through the fabric of my tank top. I yelp softly, and he chuckles. Then he drops down to his knees in front of me, letting his hands come to settle on my waist.
When he hooks the waistband of my sleep shorts and panties, he looks up at me. His light brown eyes look almost as dark as Declan’s as shadows fall over his face, and I bite my lip as I gaze down at him.
In a deliberate motion, he peels my shorts and panties down my legs, lifting each foot until he can toss the little pieces of fabric to one side. He hasn’t even bothered taking off my tank top, but now that he’s got my lower half bare, he doesn’t seem to care. His gaze fixes on the apex of my thighs, and I wonder if he can see the slickness of my a
rousal glinting in the dim light.
I hope so. I hope he can see that I’m already dripping for him.
For his words. For his voice. For his touch.
His tongue darts out to wet his lips as he reaches out and slides one finger through my folds. His shoulders tense as he curses under his breath. “Fuck, Blue. You wreck me.”
I don’t point out that my legs almost just buckled from one touch. A girl’s gotta have a little pride, after all.
So I keep my mouth shut and brace all my weight against the wall behind me as Elias leans in and runs his tongue up the line of my folds. My knees wobble again, and I practically gouge holes in the plaster as I press my fingers against it, trying to hold myself upright.
“You taste so good,” he mutters, gripping my hips as he rolls his tongue up and down the length of me, like he’s trying to eat me alive.
“Jesus, Elias.”
It’s all I can get out, and I sound a little pissed. Like I can’t believe he could do this to me with so little effort—wreck me as badly as I wreck him.
He chuckles against my skin, and as if my words were a personal challenge to him, he starts to eat me out in earnest, burying his face between my legs and teasing his tongue over every part of my pussy. When he finds my clit and circles it with firm strokes, my hips buck toward his face.
He tightens his hold on me, reaching down to lift one leg and drape it over his shoulder as he spears me with his stiffened tongue, fucking me with it deeper than I would’ve thought possible.
One of my hands goes to his hair, sliding through the soft golden strands and gripping hard as my standing leg vibrates like we’re in the middle of a fucking earthquake.
“Shit, Elias. Fuck!” I arch my back a little, bowing away from the wall as I follow the incredible sensations he’s drawing out in me, trying to satisfy the throbbing ache in my clit.
I’m close already. So fucking close from the warmth of his mouth and the softness of his breath. From the hungry way his lips and tongue move over me.
“You taste so goddamn amazing.” He groans, and I know he’s done trying to tease me. He needs this as much as I do. Needs to feel me come. “I could eat you all day and still want more.”
My eyes are rolling back into my head, my hips rolling against his face, and the idea of doing this for hours, of his face pink and flushed from being buried in my pussy, makes my breath catch.
He must sense it. He can probably feel how every muscle in my body just locked up tight, because he closes his mouth over my clit and thrashes his tongue back and forth, summoning up a hurricane of pleasure inside me.
“Fuck!”
It’s half whisper and half scream, and it dies out in a breathy groan as the orgasm breaks over me. I’m squirming in his hold, writhing against him as he keeps licking me, and as the aftershocks recede, my standing leg wobbles uncontrollably. When he releases my other leg from over his shoulder, I slide down the wall in an inelegant heap.
“Oh, shit! Are you okay, Blue?”
