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The threat pulsates through me so hard I’m out of breath. Then, I’m breathing so hard my lungs hurt.
“Close your eyes, Snow.”
His touch, his voice, his scent all around me. Sensory overload. Even with eyelids shut, I can see him. This is how we’d met in my dreams.
“You ready?” he asks, and I’m ready to scream for him to do it already. The anticipation is killing me.
Another twist on the sucker in my clit shoots my hips up in the air. Every little movement of my body erupts a wave of pleasure from my core and forces my heartbeat south. The pussy pulse, a throbbing felt in the muscles of my womanhood, gets more urgent. Demands more attention.
But he doesn’t give it, not yet.
Cold clamps attach to the areolae, which are pinched behind my nipple. I draw in air through my teeth and throw my head back on the pillow. The metal has a grip like a chip clipper, not meant for skin.
Tight. So tight. The ache radiates up my shoulders and down to my elbows, where it settles. The need to yank them off hits, but then the promise of release adds to my arousal.
The pain disappears with a vibration of the sucker on my clit and his warm breath ricocheting off my slippery folds.
“Oh, God.” I shout as he plays with the centimeters of distance between his mouth and my opening. Warm breath. Cool breath. Warm breath. Coo—
Ahh…Another wiggle before he releases it. Then blows.
Oh. Oooooh. Warm, I like that.
Another gust of air. Cool. The second it hits my enlarged nub, I moan at the intense rush.
Then, I stop moving. Everything inside me beats, or throbs, or hurts in a gloriously chaotic way. I haven’t felt this alive in a long time.
“You okay, Snow?” He massages around the wet flaps and guides his way toward the pressure point.
Despite the pain, I hum in pleasure, writhing with the circulating movement at my core.
His slippery fingers rub the hurt away. “Nod for me, Neve.”
I nod and nod again, until my brain locates my tongue and sends one word through on repeat: “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes! YES!”
At my approval, he tightens the grip of my clamps. The squeeze locks my jaw, but no sooner does my body adjust to the pressure, then he’s parting my lips with this tongue. Not my mouth.
Oh, God.
Eight thousand nerve endings at his command with one sole purpose. Climax.Oh.The atmosphere is warm, the chills are in my skin. With his sucks, swirls, flicks, and moans, he melts me like Snow.
I precipitate.
Hesitate.
Breathe.
I squirm up into a sitting position. Pushed to the margins, the limits, the seams of my sanity. His name, his lips, the way his tongue glides like a wave in the ocean of his words.
I foam, flitter, I frost. Bite.
Bitemy teeth along his skin and inhale his scent. Masculine, sweaty, salty like the sea and warm like a drink of tea.
T.He dips me back down, curves my spine into a C so he can drag his fingers down the M of my breast, trace along the V of my pelvis with his breaths, and leave my mind on repeat, echoing a word—one word—his name.
Four letters. In reverse.
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