Page 311 of A Vicious Love

“Lay back for me.”

She obeyed, watching me closely.

“Drop your knees.”

Her thighs relaxed open by inches, still hesitant. I put one hand on her knee and kissed the inside, staying there until I felt the tension leave. Then the other. Soft enough to make my mouth water.

“That’s my good girl,” I murmured. “So brave for me.”

Her hands curled in the sheets.

I kissed up the inside of her thigh, giving her time to feel where I was going. Her breath hitched when my mouth moved higher, and I paused.

“Color.”

“Green,” she whispered.

“Good girl.”

I lowered my mouth again.

The first lick made her whole body jolt.

Her back lifted from the sheets, a shocked sound leaving her throat as if no one had warned her a body could answer that fast. My hand slid over her stomach, grounding her.

“Easy,” I said against her. “I’ve got you.”

She made another sound when I licked her again, softer this time, longer. Her legs trembled around my shoulders, and the reaction went straight through me, pleasure and hunger and possessive satisfaction tightening every muscle in my body.

Sienna melted under my mouth.

That was the only word for it.

All those years of smiling through pain, and one slow stroke of my tongue made her dissolve into the sheets with her eyes half-closed.

I gave her a gentle suck.

Nothing hard. A soft pull, pressure and warmth. She cried out. Her hand flew to my hair, then stopped as if she feared she had done something wrong.

“Use your hands,” I told her. “Pull if you need to. I want to feel you.”

Her fingers sank into my hair.

Perfect.

I did it again.

Her hips moved without permission, a small helpless lift toward my mouth. I groaned against her because that was going to live in me now. Sienna Bellemere trying to be polite while her body begged for my tongue.

“You like that, baby?”

She turned her face into the pillow, embarrassed.

I lifted my head. “No hiding.”

“I can’t answer that.”

“You can.”