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“Wait—what—here?” Hazel sputtered. “In the kitchen?”
“Right where people eat.” He made sure his smirk was evident in his voice. “You’ll never be able to prepare food here again without remembering how I bent you over the island and licked you until you moaned my name.”
“Tallak,” she ground out through gritted teeth.
“Like that, just a bit more lustful, sweetheart.”
She uttered something semi-foul and wriggled as if testing his grip. If she truly didn’t want this, however, she’d blast him off, and a Tallak-sized dent would decorate the opposite wall. But, just to be sure…
He leaned over her and lightly bit her earlobe. “Same rules as last time, no?”
She stilled and turned her head, the corner of her mouth twitching up. “Yes.”
“Good.”
Straightening up again, he continued hiking up her skirt, taking care to brush his fingers torturously slowly over the sensitive skin on her inner thighs as he did. She squirmed under his touch, her ass wiggling ever so delightfully. A snarl of need escaped him when he finally flipped her skirt up all the way over her hips and saw—
“You’re not wearing any panties.”
“Yeah, well, someone ripped the ones I’d put on.”
He made a contented sound and squeezed her backside. “I’m not even sorry.”
“Of course you’re not.”
Her cute little growl ended in a gasp when he dipped a finger inside her.
“So wet,” he murmured, his cock hardening impossibly more at the feel of her slick heat. “So ready.”
Still holding her wrists at her lower back with his other hand, he added another finger, pumped in and out in a leisurely rhythm. Hazel moaned, and the sound was like an aphrodisiac shot straight into his veins. The rich, heady scent of her arousal intensified as he stroked her, as he spread her juices over her folds all the way to her clit, his fingers gliding along her skin now lubricated by her own desire.
Leaning down, he put his mouth right to the source of that addictive scent. She sucked in air and bucked as if trying to escape the onslaught of sensation his oral attack caused—only there was nowhere for her to go. She was stuck between the countertop and his mouth. And he could tell the precise moment she fully surrendered to that feeling. A shiver went through her, an intriguing pulse shot through her energy, and then she visibly relaxed…and pushed back toward him just a little.
It almost did him in.
With utmost effort, he kept himself from straightening up, freeing his cock, and just plunging into her. Not yet. He had some sensual retribution to exact first.
So he licked at her while he let his fingers dance around her clit, lapped up her juices, and teased her with his tongue, driving her need higher and higher. Her aura—all the more visible now to him because she’d dropped any effort to rein in her energy—oscillated with wild, half-mad lust. He’d seen enough of her in the throes of passion to know the exact moment when she neared orgasm.
And that was when he stopped.
He took his mouth off her, pulled his fingers back, and stood up straight. Never mind that his own body screamed to continue and finish, it was worth it to hear Hazel’s surprised—and slightly annoyed—gasp.
“What’s going on?” she managed through heavy breaths.
“Oh, nothing.” He shoveled all the nonchalance he could muster into his voice. “Just enjoying the view.”
“What?”
“Have I told you that you’ve got an amazing ass?”
“Tallak.”
“What? It’s true. It’s perfectly round, has just the right amount of wiggle when I spank it.” He demonstrated with a targeted slap. “And there are these two adorable dimples at the top—”
“Tallak!”
“Yes, hon?” He grinned so hard his face hurt.
