Page 240 of Coal Hearts

I licked her. Hard.

“No, uhhhh—” Her refusals ended with a moan that set my hair on end. The same sort of moan I’d heard in her sleep. A wanting moan. A desperate moan.

I didn’t hesitate.

My tongue slipped deeper, past her clit, hunting for that wet, dark heat.

Unlike our pantomimes and the moment when she’d writhed on my hand at dinner, she wasn’t wet.

This game hadn’t scrambled her right and wrong or made her lust.

But I didn’t care.

I’d taken her lifeforce.

She existed within me now.

We were one.

And I wanted all of her.

I wanted her weeping and writhing.

Shattering and begging.

I want in.

With both hands clamped on her hips, I ate her, devoured her.

I plunged my tongue inside and suffered a second fucking reckoning.

Her blood was sharp and stannic. Full of iron and minerals.

Her pussy was silky and sweet. Full of pleasure and promise.

The two flavours blended and turned me into an animal.

I didn’t hold back.

I fucked her with my tongue without any worries of being too hard or too vicious. I gave her brutal. I gave her cruel.

Her entire body twisted and thrashed in her binds. The insides of her thighs quivered to get away from me. The buckles held her spread. My nose nuzzled her clit as I inhaled deeply, soaking my lungs with her perfect scent.

She struggled to speak.

Her whimpers turned me the fuck on.

And when her body gave in to my attack and surrendered?

Yeah, it was all fucking over.

My hands moved without permission, my left soaring up her body to fist her breast and my right dipping between her legs to penetrate two fingers inside her.

She burst into flames.

Her skin heated to a thousand degrees.

Her head tipped back as I finger-fucked and tongued her. Licking her clit all while my fingers plunged deep.