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Dax stalked to the foot of the bed, making my heartbeat lose its steady rhythm all over again. He leaned forward, gripped the waistband of my panties, and then drew them down my legs. His gaze darkened to flint as he stared at my pussy. “Bare, just as I requested.”
Well, I’d known I’d benefit from it.
He tossed my underwear on the floor. “I was going to wait until I was inside you before I let you come. But now …” He splayed his warm, strong hands on my legs and shoved them apart with such effortless strength and entitlement that it made me a little dizzy. “Now, I think I’ll reward you by letting you come when I eat you out.”
Awesome. The sooner we got to that part the better. I was already wet and ready. My body was suspended in a devastatingly high state of anticipation that was becoming increasingly intolerable.
Kneeling between my thighs, he said, “I hope you’re not attached to this.”
I frowned. “To what?”
He tore open my corset, making several of the little hooks hit the floor with aping.
I dragged in a stunned breath, and his eyes dropped to my breasts. Stared with such unwavering intensity a self-conscious flush raced up my neck. His gaze lowered even further, taking in my navel piercing and also the Aztec flower tattoo that spanned the left side of my lower stomach.
He traced the tattoo with his fingertip. “This is new. I like it. Is this Caelan’s work?”
I shook my head. “I had it done while on vacation years ago.”
Dax skated his fingertip away from the tattoo and up to circle one nipple. “I’m going to spend some time with these pretty breasts.” He curled his body over mine and planted a fist either side of my head. “First, though”—he sucked at the curve of my mouth—“there’s something I need to do.”
I slid my hands over his solid shoulders. “What’s that?”
His lips came down on mine.Finally.He kissed me with a sensuous, mind-numbing, sexual expertise—the familiarity of it caused a hundred memories to rush at me full-force.
With each skilled stroke of his tongue, I felt myself sink deeper and deeper into the moment. Until my focus centered so fully on the kiss—on the warmth of his lips, the velvet feel of his tongue, the nip of his teeth—that the world around me faded away.
I felt like I was drowning in the chemical bliss that assaulted me. My head spun. My thoughts went fuzzy. My body heated and trembled.
I clutched at his shoulders, pricking my nails into his skin, desperate for more even though my lungs burned for air at this point. My clit tingling, I arched into him, all but molding my body into his, grinding against his cock.
Breaking the kiss, Dax skimmed his lips down my throat as he rested his weight over me, forcing my body to sink into the mattress. Gasping for air now that my mouth was free, I wrapped my legs around his hips. I couldn’t arch or grind again—his weight pinned me in place.
He nibbled at my little “happy” spot between my neck and shoulder, making tingly sparks of pleasure dart to my clit. Then he bit down.Hard.
I hissed. “Ow. That hurt.”
He lapped at the bite and then blew air over my now-wet skin. A little shudder rode my spine, and he let out a pleased hum. “Still so very sensitive there, I see.”
He kissed his way down my chest and licked along the slope of my breast. A breast he proceeded to lavish someseriousattention on—squeezing, nipping, suckling, palming. And I very soon realized that his “I’m going to spend some time with these” comment had been no exaggeration.
He went hell for leather on both, and he didn’t rush; he went at his own lazy, sensual pace. When he wasn’t using his hands on my breasts, he was skating them over my ribs, stomach, arms, or thighs.
My nipples were soon so sensitive and tight they throbbed with pleasure/pain, which was right when he trailed kisses down my stomach. He explored my tattoo with his tongue before settling his attention on the skin around my belly button—licking, nipping, suckling.
Then he went lower still, until I felt the wash of his warm breath over my pussy.
Thank the good Lord.
He nuzzled me. “I remember your smell, your taste.”
The first swipe of his tongue lashed my clit. The second zigzagged over my folds. The third licked at my slit … and then I lost track as he got right down to business.
His fingers dug into the globes of my butt, holding me in place as he gorged. I sank under the thrashing waves of sensation. There was justso much.
Pleasure swam through my veins, arching my neck, making my thigh muscles quiver. Tension coiled low and deep—one that wound tighter when he wrapped his lips around my little bundle of nerves and suckled gently.
Shit, marrying him was worth it just for this. Seriously. He ate pussy like it was a delicacy he wanted to savor and relish.
