Page 67 of Where the Wind Whispers

“Yes,” she gasped, rocking her hips into the strokes of his fingers still fucking her pussy. It was almost enough to make her come but not quite. The teasing touches and promising strokes had taken her to that edge, but she knew his mouth was going to take her over it—screaming, sweating, and blissed. “Please, yes.”

Another kiss on her thigh.

A wink from him.

Then he was there again—his tongue driving between her folds, lapping at her tart fluids before the short flicks hit her clit.

Over and over.

Hard.

So fast.

Relentless.

Kaz didn’t give Violet the chance to breathe. He wanted to see how fast he could make her shatter after all the teasing he’d done.

It didn’t take long at all.

“Oh, my God,” Violet whined.

Every single one of her muscles clenched and then, right after, released.

The orgasm was damn near numbing. She wasn’t quite sure if that was the right word, given she could feel everything, but the rest of the world and the things around her except for Kaz bled away. It was as if ice water had been poured down her spine, while heat suddenly bloomed in her bloodstream.

Violet felt strong arms wrap around her back to keep her standing steady, but her vision was hazy, and bliss was still racing through her nervous system. She’d heard it said before that pregnant women had better orgasms simply because there was more blood flow to the sensitive areas.

She believed that to be true now.

Every kiss that dotted her skin was heaven.

Each touch of his hands was perfection.

Violet sighed into the feel of Kaz’s mouth pressing to hers as he walked them further into the room. She could taste her own arousal on his tongue—all tartly sweet and heady. That only turned her on even more, and she couldn’t pull off his clothes fast enough when they suddenly came to a stop, and he dropped down.

Kaz sat on the black leather couch in her studio-library, his hands working the buttons on his dress shirt as she helped to rid him of the belt and slacks. When he pulled his erection free from his boxer-briefs, Violet was already kneeling down.

He pulled her up just as fast.

“Later,” he promised as he dragged her onto his lap, widening her thighs and yanking her down onto his cock. Violet sighed happily, sensation driving into her body over and over as she grinded her slippery sex over the length of Kaz’s erection. “I want to fuck now, yes?”

Violet’s fingernails danced over the tattoos on Kaz’s chest as she lifted her hips and he lined the head of his cock up for the next time she lowered. He pushed the straps of her tank top down, forcing the material to bunch at her middle so that her breasts were free to his attention.

And God, it was good.

Lowering down on him, she felt his cock stretch her out while his hands grabbed tight to her ass. His mouth found her right breast, his teeth biting hard enough to make it sting.

It was goddamn good.

She’d almost forgotten how much he actually owned her like this.

How nothing else ever felt quite this way.

This sinful.

This real.

Kaz’s bite released at the same time a breath of air pulsed against her chest.