Page 72 of Demon Fall


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Glimpses of Adam, whole and healthy, teased me endlessly. First, I dreamt of a romantic dinner that ended with his lips kissing a path along my neck. Then, a post-game celebration where he traced his way up my spine, his warm fingers sending shivers of need through me. Followed by a party at a friend’s house that faded as Adam ground against me with my jean-clad legs around his waist.

By the time I dreamed we were in the back of his truck under the stars, I ached with need for him.

His weight settled between my legs, and his fingers hooked the sides of the lacey underwear that left little to the imagination. He leaned in and brushed his nose against my mound as he gently worked the material down.

“I need to taste you, June. Let me taste you.”

I willingly lifted my hips, letting him remove the barrier that was keeping him from what he wanted. What we both wanted.

His gaze held mine as he gently nudged my legs wider.

“Beautiful.” The heat of his exhale sent a shiver through me, and my core clenched.

The first drag of a tongue parted my folds. A small sound escaped me, and he grinned. He loved when he did things that evoked noises from me. I’d give him all the noises he wanted if he just kept going. My clit throbbed with need.

I spread my knees wider, begging for more.

The flat stroke of a tongue, from entrance to clit, tugged at my consciousness.

Dream and reality overlapped for a confusing moment. My pulse sped as the tongue continued to stroke close to my sensitive nub, but never going where I needed it.

Warm and comfortable, I stayed in that place between sleep and awake, aware that Adam was trying to wake me up in my favorite way. His tongue danced around and around my clit, teasing me. Waiting for me to acknowledge I was awake enough to enjoy this treat.

With a sleeping smile, I drew my knees up and set them over his shoulders, giving him the access he wanted. His lips immediately closed over my clit, and he began his gentle suckling, occasionally flicking his tongue over the nub.

My breathing became ragged. I moaned and reached down to grab his head. Sometimes, I pushed him away when it became too much. Other times, I ground myself against his mouth until he shoved me over the edge. Today, he stole the choice from me by pinning my hands beneath his on my thighs.

He spread me wider, flicking faster than he’d ever managed before.

The orgasm came so hard and fast that I almost forgot to muffle the sound that wanted to rip from my throat. I arched, my channel squeezing hard around nothing in pulsing wave after wave. The suction from his mouth gentled but stayed with me as I rode out the best orgasm of my life until, depleted, I collapsed onto the bed.

He didn’t try to touch my clit again but tongued me thoroughly. At first, I thought he was making me wetter and I smiled, too glad to have the old Adam back to complain. Then, I realized he wasn’t leaving moisture behind. He was lapping up what he’d created.

I made a satisfied humming sound, and he lifted his head.

“Did I wake you up right, June?”

My eyes popped open at the sound of Tor’s husky voice, and I jerked my head off the pillow to make sure my ears weren’t lying.

Nope.

Tor lay between my legs, his lips glistening and his pupils dilated as he looked from my face to between my legs.

“You made the happy, squeaky noises,” Tor said, tearing his gaze from my center and up to my face once more. “That means you liked it, right?”

My pulse, which had started to calm, began to race again with my panic. What had I done? I’d cheated on Adam. Shit. Had he heard us? Heard me? He knew exactly what I sounded like when I came.

I made a pained face and closed my eyes, struggling not to cry.

Tor immediately released me.

“Did I hurt you? Did I do it wrong? Was my tongue too rough? Adam said it would be okay if I licked inside you. Ghua says that’s where the best taste is. He was right. But I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

Adam said it would be okay…

Those words rang like an angry gong in my head, killing my guilt and panic.

The happy, squeaking noises? That’s what Adam called the noise I made. The way Tor had endlessly circled my clit before teasing it with his tongue? Adam had obviously told Tor about that, too. Why? Why would Adam send Tor to do this?

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