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"Fuck, I can smell how wet you are, Bella."
"It's your fault," I mutter.
"Then I guess it's a good thing I'm going to fix it, huh?"
I watch with a slack jaw as he rips the crotch out of my pants. He doesn't even try to remove them like a normal person! He just Hulks his way through them like a crazy man.
"I'm so mad at you right now."
"Yeah? Is that why your panties are soaked through? Because you're so mad?" He turns that pirate smile on me, touching his finger to the seam of my panties. "They're drenched, baby."
"Still mad," I say, even though I'm pretty sure I'm lying. It's impossible to be mad at someone who looks at you like he'd crawl through hell for a single taste of you. And that's precisely how Cormac is looking at me right now. I think…Lord, I think this man is in love with me.
And I don't think it's the kind that dies or diminishes or fades, either. It's the kind my dad has with Jenna. The wild, deep kind that endures and grows stronger. The kind Marion was never capable of feeling.
Is that what's beating in my chest right now, threatening to burst out of it? Wild, crazy love for this man? Is that why the thought of leaving him hurts? Is that why he feels like home? Because I'm in love with him? I think…Oh my gosh. I think it is.
I'm in love with Cormac Carmichael. Madly, desperately, wildly in love.
"Cormac, I…."
He grips my panties in his hand and twists, ripping them away from my center.
"Oh, Mischief," he breathes, parting my lower lips with two fingers. "Dessert looks damn good, baby."
His name gets tangled up in my throat, choking me as he takes his first lick. Pleasure bursts to life in vivid, singing color, brighter than anything I've ever seen, more boundless than anything I've ever known. I throw my head back, arching upward.
He growls and licks me again.
I sob wordlessly, caught in a net of intense pleasure that only grows tighter.
He drags me closer to his eager mouth, snarling and greedy. "Goddamn," he mumbles between long licks. "I'm never going to stop eating this perfect cunt." He spreads me wider and licks me again. "So wet. So sweet." His tongue circles my clit, maddeningly slow. "Ah, hell. Look at how pink it is." He thrusts his tongue into my hole, jiggling it there. "It's mine. All goddamn mine."
"Cormac," I moan, not sure what's hotter: the way he mumbles to himself while he eats me or the way he eats me. Both, I think. It's like he's having a religious experience between my legs. He drives his hips into the bed, grinding his erection against the mattress in search of relief as he takes his time, savoring me.
"You want to come, Mischief?" His gray eyes flit to mine.
"Yes!" I sob.
"You're lucky I want to taste it, or I'd keep you just like this for hours. Next time you run from me, I'll be planting my kid in you when I catch you," he growls, dragging my legs over his shoulders. "Remember that, little girl. I'm letting you off easy this time." He runs his tongue around my clit again. "You don't run from me unless you want to pay the price."
"Cormac?" I wait until he meets my gaze again. "What if I want to pay the price?"
He snaps like a cord, heat flaring so hot in his eyes they scorch me. He growls, driving his hips into the mattress hard enough to bounce me upward. I land with his head buried between my legs. He doesn't take his time this time. He eats me like a man pushed too far, growling as he opens his mouth over my center and attacks me with his lips and tongue.
I shout his name, sobbing it into the room.
Crash barks outside the bedroom, pawing at the door.
Cormac spears his tongue into me, stiffening it as he tries to force it deeper. His nose grinds against my clit. I sob, rocking against his face as wave after wave of pleasure blasts through me. They split me wide open, drowning me in bliss.
I come with a sharp cry, clinging to the mattress to keep myself from shattering into pieces too tiny to put back together. Neon lights dance behind my eyelids in a frenzied ballet. Cormac roars my name and then I feel him moving. I peel my eyes open in time to see him straddling my legs, his erection in his fist, his eyes locked on me as he jerks himself off.
Hot ropes of sticky cum jet from his cock, landing against my belly and thighs.
I moan, aftershocks rolling through me as I watch him tremble and shake, moaning my name. He's so damn fierce, so damn beautiful. I never stood a chance with him. From the moment I set eyes on him, falling was inevitable.
And yet…it didn't feel like falling at all.
