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A guttural sound rumbles from his chest as I reach up to touch his face with my fingertips. It’s like that simple touch sets something loose inside him, because he makes another noise that has my core throbbing in response before he dips his head and covers my breast with his hot mouth. And I mean he covers it, sucking my nipple hard, swirling gently with his tongue, tormenting deliciously with his teeth. My mind spins and air becomes thin.
He moves to the other breast.
I can’t think.
My body has taken over. I’m writhing beneath him as he drives me wild with tongue and teeth, breaking away only to tug my shirt over my head. I’m in nothing but my panties now, and I know by the way he’s staring down at me that they won’t last long either.
I’m right, because in the next moment, Cash’s big fingers are dipping into the bands at my hips and tugging. My heart jolts unsteadily in my chest as he pulls the material down my legs, tossing it to the floor with my shirt. I can’t help myself as I pull my legs up and slam them shut.
Cash rebukes me, “None of that, Kitten.”
His big hands settle on my knees and he parts my legs, settling his body between them but not lowering to cover me. I’ve never in my life been or felt so exposed. I’m completely naked, sprawled on his bed. The shadows that battle the dim glow of the lamp suddenly feel as though they’re pulling away, illuminating me.
Cash feasts on me with his eyes. Devouring me inch by inch. Pebbles of awareness and desire needle my flesh and I suck in a sharp, loud breath. “Cash.”
“You’re perfect, Wrenlee.” He’s sitting back on his haunches, his eyes roving over me, a massively intimidating bulge tenting the black sweats that ride low on his hips.
My heart jitters. I can’t help but wonder what he’ll feel like inside me. Will it hurt when he stretches me? Will he even fit?
Am I ready for this?
“Cash.” It’s a plea and a protest wrapped in one decadent bow just waiting to be unravelled by his capable hands. “Please. Please touch me.”
If agony and desire and broken will could be bottled, it would be the sound he pulls from deep in his chest. A groan I know I’ll forever keep in the vault of my memory. A man of shattered will.
I watch as he wets his lips, his hand reaching out to touch me. I’m already so wet, when the pad of his thumb slides over my lips, it takes no effort on his part to open them. I bite my lip hard as he presses his thumb over my clit, circling slowly. Black dots wink across my vision and I realize I’m holding my breath, letting it out in a violent burst as something hot and intense builds inside me. It’s that orgasm I’ve been unsuccessfully chasing. How is it that he’s able to have me teetering over the edge in minutes when I tried and tried without even coming close?
My breasts rise and fall with each heavy breath as he continues to work my clit with only his thumb. I’m so close. It’s about to happen, I know it. My heart is racing, hands fisting the sheets, thighs trembling when he lets loose a rough growl, pulling his hand back.
My head snaps up as I cry, “No.” As he curses, “I need to taste you.”
He spreads my thighs so wide it’s verging on painful as he drops his face, sucking my clit hard into his mouth. My head snaps back just as it snapped up, my hands releasing in the sheets to fist his hair instead.
Oh. My. Heavens…
White light bursts behind my eyes as the scrape of his teeth over the sensitive bundle has my heels digging into the bed and my body trying to escape the delicious assault of his mouth. In response, big hands grip my thighs and pin me in place as he sucks and scrapes and nips. Every time I come close to leaping; he bites down hard enough to jolt me back over the cliff. Never in my life have I imagined something quite like this. It’s agony of the most decadent kind.
When tears leak from the corners of my eyes, over my temples into my hair, I know I’ve really lost it. I’m making noises I could never imagine I’d make. Mewling. Begging. Panting.Pleading.
If I had the sense, I’d be embarrassed. But I don’t. The man has stolen every shred of self-awareness I possessed, shattering it. There’s nothing left but this baser instinct. This primitive need.
“Cash,” I cry out, writhing beneath him as he frees my clit from the delectable torment of his tongue only to replace it with his thumb. My fingersin his hair loosen only to flex tight again when he strokes his tongue down to my entrance. “Oh, God what—Ahh!” I scream a little when he shoves his tongue deep, wholly not expecting that and not quite sure if—Oh goodness, are those stars?
My entire body trembles as he tongue-fucks me with the ruthlessness of an angry, depraved man. He does this until I’m begging him to let me come, because I just can’t—I can’t—take anymore. When my pleas fall on deaf ears, I start to shove at his head.
“Please.” My body is strung so tight, I can’t think. I weep, “Cash.”
He lifts his head to look at me with a shimmer of male dominance in his eyes that ignites a spark of aroused fear inside me before he murmurs huskily, “You taste so fucking good, Kitten. Need more.” And then his mouth is on me again, sucking my clit deep as he lines up two digits and slowly, surprisingly tenderly considering how he ravished me with his tongue only seconds before, he enters me, filling me, stretching me.
I cry out, my hands in his hair again before I abandon his hair for the bedding, curling my fingers violently into the material as my body begins to quiver. He keeps stroking me. Long, slow, agonizing pumps as he strokes my clit with the tip of his tongue. Then he flicks his fingers up inside me, strumming my inner wall in such a way that I feel like I’m being torn in two, split down the seam of me. He’s snagged thestring of my soul and ripped it free from my body, that’s how out of my body I suddenly feel as my orgasm crashes through me, erupting, decimating.
“Cash!” My body jerks and he lifts his head to watch me as I ride wave after wave with his fingers still pumping deep. “Oh, God—Cash!”
“That’s it, Kitten. Let go for me.”
I let go. He didn’t give me a choice in the matter. I’m not even sure I’m whole anymore, I feel shattered in the aftermath as I lay, panting in his bed, not at all scandalized when he lifts his fingers and sucks them clean as he watches me attempt to reach for the pieces of me enough to gather myself to think clearly.
“That was—” I don’t know how to explain what that was.
