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“Seth…” She wore her heart in her eyes. “I’ve thought about you so much since I saw you last, since you kissed me.”

“I’ve thought about you, too. I can’t seem to stop, just like I can’t stop wanting more of you. Open wider for me. I need to lick up all your honey. I need to hear every one of your cries. I need you to tell me what you’re feeling. Then, angel, I need you to come for me.”

Surprise brightened her face, mingling with the shiver of anticipation that rolled through her beautiful body. “When you say things like that, it turns me inside out.”

If you think my words undo you, angel, just wait…

Slowly, Seth lowered his heated mouth to her. She watched him, unblinking and spellbound, as she gripped the edge of the counter for dear life. His stare traveled up her body and he gave her a slow, sly smile. Her whole body tensed.

With their gazes fused, he began to consume her, orally stroking his way up her soft, ripe flesh, tasting, memorizing…melding his tongue to her flesh. God, yes, he’d fantasized about this. And just like his dreams, she yielded sweetly, thighs splaying wider, allowing him to feed his ravenous hunger for her. Her catches of breath goaded him on even more. He nipped at her taut clit, straining for his attention. A teasing lick followed. That didn’t satisfy him. He gave in to his Dominant need to conquer, sucking her bud into his mouth savagely, urging her—hell, demanding—she give him all her pleasure.

Heavenly went wild, shaking and shuddering as she moaned and squealed. Every noise was an unintelligible plea or praise that only drove him higher. He had to taste every bit of her, everywhere. Needed more of her dizzying response.

He dipped to her untried entrance, curling his tongue to penetrate her, and stroked deep into her soft, swollen tissue.

“Oh!” She almost jackknifed off the island. “Seth. Please… I need…something.”

“I know, angel,” he crooned. “I’m going to give it to you.”

“But—”

Seth cut her off by ruthlessly tongue-fucking her. She surged against him, her cries bouncing off the walls. Her fingers tangled in his hair, as she pulled and tugged, making his scalp sting. He kept going, shaking his head as he licked up her slit, then filled her clenching core again—lingering, flicking, and unraveling her.

God, he hadn’t known how she would react to him devouring her virginal flesh. He’d worried she would be too shy or too shocked or just too…not ready. But Heavenly’s uninhibited reaction told him his gut instinct that they’d be sexually compatible had been dead right. Even better, she seemed to be as in tune with this craving to merge and become one as he was.

She almost peaked, but he eased back, danced away. Her mewl of protest had him grinning. He tormented her from a different angle, nibbling at the puffy lips of her sex and flicking a barely there swipe across her clit. Another wail of thwarted need rose from her lips. Fucking music to his ears.

He focused his control, found a dozen ways to spike her pleasure…but he never quite gave her the sustained sensation to climax. Instead, he took his sweet time learning her, figuring out how to take her apart methodically, adapting to whatever made her tense or gasp or cry out in need. Then slowly, he built her up again until her honey flowed over his lips and the involuntary thrust of her hips turned rhythmic against his mouth.

She was close again. Sweet.

Once more, he backed off and he soaked in her frustrated whimpers with a smile.

“No…” She shuddered, pleading. “I can’t take it.”

He looked up the curves and valleys of her body, waiting until she met his stare. “You can because I want you to. When I let you come, I want to be sure it’s so hard, so devastating you won’t forget it.”

Then he slid his fingers through her wetness, coated them, and dipped his middle finger into her opening, sinking deep. Damn, she gripped him, beyond tight. Thank god. There was no way Beck had seduced her out of her virginity.

Seth eased up, gave her a moment to adjust, to wriggle and roll on his digit, before he slid his little finger into the soft opening of her ass. Shock and sensual torment filled her face at once, driving him harder to send her splintering into a thousand pieces under his touch. She was so fucking gorgeous, so seemingly made for him. He couldn’t wait to slide every inch of his stiff, impatient cock deep inside her. To feel her clutch him as she disintegrated around his thrusts and spilled all over his dick.

As he bent his head to her swollen clit and flicked it softly, she squealed. The little bead began to flush and throb. Fuck, how heady, knowing that a mere touch or two had her in this thrall again, on the verge of begging him to pleasure her in any way he wanted simply so he’d give her the satisfaction he’d made her crave.

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