Page 53 of Midnight Salvation

His fingers play in my arousal, dragging it up and down, stopping to dip inside of me and swirl around my clit. I can feel the heat of his breath on the back of my thighs, and the anticipation is almost too much to bear.

I moan softly, my body trembling with need. His lips trail up the backs of my thighs in open-mouth kisses, his tongue playful and delightfully teasing.

I’m captivated, lost in a sea of sensation. My heart races as he draws closer to where I want him most. And then, he stills.

“Ready, baby?” he says, never taking his lips from me.

I tilt my hips even further, arching toward him. “Yes,” I hiss out on a breath.

He palms my ass cheeks, spreading them a little and buries his laugh inside my pussy. His tongue delves between my folds, licking and sucking with abandon.

“Oh my god,” I groan, my face squished against the pillow.

Nova St. James is eating my pussy like it’s his favorite meal. Like it’s his last meal, and the man is leaving no crumbs left behind.

“Oh shit,” I groan. It quickly turns into a ragged gasp of ecstasy as he sucks my clit with a delicious intensity. Shockwaves of pleasure course through me at lightning speed. My legs quiver, my toes start to curl, and my whole body seems to shudder with each rotation of his tongue.

Just when I think I’m racing toward the cliff of oblivion, he retreats. His tongue dances away from my pussy, tracing lazy lines up my inner thighs, leaving a trail of lust in its wake.

“Nova,” I whimper in frustration, my hips rocking toward his face.

“Yes, Evangeline?” There’s mirth in his voice.

“I want to come.” At this point, I don’t even care if I sound whiny. I’m too turned on to care.

“On it, sweetheart,” he says.

I shudder as his tongue traces a delicate path over the uncharted territory of my body. I freeze for a moment, the sensation foreign but not unpleasant.

His left hand comes up to grasp mine, and he twines our fingers together. That little bit of connectedness relaxes me faster than anything else could. Besides, I know he would stop if I asked him to, that’s not even a question.

But I don’t want him to stop. I want to see where this is going. And I want to see what he wants to do next.

I get my answer a moment later when he uses his free hand to spread my ass cheeks open, giving his mouth more room to tongue my asshole.

I squeak in surprise. “Oh. Oh,” I breathe out a second later.

I feel his chuckle against my skin more than I hear it. As I relax into him, I can feel my body respond. With every swipe of his tongue and press of his lips, my breathing grows shallow and uneven, and bright-white sparks of pleasure dance across my skin.

He continues his exploration, teasing me with soft little flicks. And I realize so very quickly that it’s not just not unpleasant, it’s incredible.

I maneuver my free hand that’s pseudo-trapped between me and the bed until I’m close enough to flutter my fingers against my clit.

I’m so close to coming, that it only takes two swipes before I’m flying high. Higher than I’ve ever flown before.

Stars explode behind my eyes, and I lose myself in a cacophony of bliss. My muscles tense and I sink further into his embrace on instinct, riding out the waves.

27

EVANGELINE

“I thought I’d find you here.”

I look over my shoulder to see Lincoln standing in the open sliding glass door. My lips curl into a smile before I even think about it.

“What are you doing here?”

He arches a brow and then takes a slow, deliberate step toward me. It’s an intentional move, one to give me plenty of time to tell him I don’t want his company, I’m sure. But what he doesn’t seem to understand—what none of my men understand, is that I don’t ever see myself not wanting their company. Except maybe when Silas is in one of his exceptionally grumpy moods.

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