Page 37 of Set Play

“You had your chance, Chispita. Now you’re going to lie back and let me taste you. Maybe even change your tune on begging, hmm?”

Unable to resist any longer, I trail my tongue over the front of her thong, chuckling when her hips jerk in response. “So sensitive,” I hum against her, “and fucking delicious, too.”

As I continue to tease her over her panties, I’m tempted to wait until she begs, but I meant it when I said that it might be me who begs. Even more so now that I’ve tasted her. Plus, she’s too stubborn to give in to me.

I pull back, using my thumb to tease her clit. “Your pussy is practically dripping, Élise. And here I thought you hated me. So…are you a liar or just desperate?” I remove my hand from her mouth, eager to hear her admit how much she wants this.

“Fuck you, Reyes,” she hisses through her teeth, even as her body confirms my words. “Don’t flatter yourself. It’s a biological response. For all you know, I’m not even thinking of you right now. Maybe I’m fantasizing about Jensen Ackles.”

My thumb stills, making her whimper in protest at the loss of friction. Did she just say that she was fantasizing about Dean fucking Winchester?

Irritation flares in my gut and both hands snake up to grab her lacey thong, tearing it straight off with a hard tug. “Well, we can’t have that.”

Stunned, she gapes at me, “Did you seriously just—”

“Yes,” I interrupt, “I did. Now, let’s get one thing clear. I am the one between your perfect thighs,” I trail off to bite the inside of her left thigh. “I am the one who’s going to devour you like you are my last meal.”

Her hips jerk as I teasingly trace her sunflower tattoo. “So, when you close your eyes, it better be me you see and my name better be the one you scream when you come.” Not waiting for a response, I lower my head, deftly finding her clit with my tongue.

“Ah, fuck!”

Her hand flies to my hair and pulls tightly. I groan at the bite of pain, letting it motivate me to pull every ounce of pleasure from her; after all, I did say I would devour her and I am a man of my word. Her nails graze my scalp, causing me to hum against her. When her hips sway toward my face, I press them back down with a firm hand against her lower stomach.

Élise’s moans echo through the room as she begins to tense and shake. Knowing she’s close, I pull back to slide my free hand up to spread her with two fingers while my thumb teases her clit. A muffled whine breaks free of her throat and she glares down at me, but I continue to take my time with a smirk. “There’s no rushing perfection,” I murmur darkly as I lower my mouth back to heaven.

Everything about this woman is addicting. She’s been on my mind since our first kiss, so I knew I was hers, but now?

Yeah, she’s mine.

Even if she doesn’t know it yet.

Chapter 18

Élise

Shit, I’m not seriously about to come after only a few minutes, am I?

I’d be embarrassed at how quickly my release is barreling toward me if I weren’t too busy trying to hold myself back, desperate to make things last longer.

Not yet. Not. Fucking. Yet.

My mind still races at my own audacity; I can’t believe this is really happening, that I encouraged this. But even in my shocked state, I know that nothing short of an apocalyptic event could make me stop now.

As if he senses my mind drifting, Mateo sucks my clit into his mouth and grazes it with his teeth. The unexpected bite of pain leaves me gasping for breath as my climax looms closer.

I’m about to fall over the edge into bliss when the fucker pulls back, wrenching a frustrated wail from my lips. “Fuck, no! Please, don’t stop!”

The asshole has the nerve to laugh at me before biting into my thigh, again. Merde, it’s like he’s trying to leave a damn mark.

“You beg so prettily, Chispita. I bet you’ll look even prettier on your knees begging for me.”

His words hover between us, painting a mouthwatering picture of me kneeling before him and causing a whimper to slip from between my lips.

Blue eyes flare with desire and delight at the sound. He leans forward, lightly blowing on my sensitive core as he claims, “Lucky for you, I’m too impatient for that right now. So we’ll save that for next time.”

I glare down at him, ready to tell him that there won’t be a next time if he doesn’t let me come. Thankfully, he returns his attention to my pussy, putting all thoughts of complaining on hold. “Oh osti! Criss!1” My nails dig sharply into his scalp.

I expect him to stop, to tell me to ease up on his poor head, but his responding groan of approval sends overwhelming vibrations of pleasure rippling through my entire core. Just when I’m ready to push his head away, unable to withstand any more of this intensely pleasurable torture, two fingers press against my entrance. “Mateo!”