Page 37 of One Weekend in London

I sink into the mattress, the blankets soft beneath me.

His gaze, now smoldering with unchecked primal desire, rakes hungrily over my body as he joins me, capturing my lips before quickly pulling away.

I gasp as his wicked mouth trails fire down my throat, his tongue grazing my sensitive skin. “Please.” Already, I’ve reached the point of begging. “I need your hands on me.”

“Where do you need me, my gorgeous girl?” His deep, refined accent sends shivers racing down my sweat-slicked spine. “Tell me what you crave, and it’s yours. Every single filthy wish, every last wicked fantasy. I’ll deny you nothing, baby.”

Baby? Oh Lord have mercy.

He’s never called me that before.

But let me tell you, I like it. A lot.

“Everywhere.” Driven by pure carnal need, my inhibitions nowhere to be found, I guide his hand to the hem of my dress, the heat of his palm searing me through the fabric. “I want your fingers back inside me, sinking deep until I’m coming all over you.”

My words work like magic.

With quickness, he moves.

“Bloody hell, you’re exquisite.” Repeating what he’s told me before, he tears my dress and built-in bra, ripping them at the seams. But whether it’s my favorite dress or not, I don’t care. Not one dang iota. Not when his heated gaze starts devouring every inch of skin he bares. “An absolute fucking masterpiece. I’m going to worship this divine body until you’re screaming my name.”

Cool air kisses my fevered flesh as he leaves me in nothing but a scrap of lace. Calloused fingers trace the curves of my breasts, tweaking my nipples into aching peaks.

“These perfect tits were made for my mouth. I could suck and tease them for hours, until you’re mindless with pleasure, begging me to slam every inch of my hard cock inside you.”

I whimper as he laves attention on one straining bud, swirling his tongue around the sensitive tip before biting it lightly, the move one of pure deliciousness. Pleasure streaks through me like lightning, making me arch into his touch, silently pleading for more.

It’s enough to get my point across.

“I’ve got you, love.” Slowly, maddeningly, he kisses his way down my quivering belly, his lips and tongue leaving chill bumps in their wake. He nips at my hip bone, soothing the sting with a soft kiss before settling between my thighs.

Hooking his fingers in my soaked panties, he drags them down my trembling legs and tosses them aside. Then he’s spreading me open, exposing my wet flesh to his hungry eyes.

“Christ, you’re fucking perfect.” His hot breath ghosts over my sensitive folds, making me squirm with anticipation. “I’m going to devour this sweet pussy until you’re soaking my face with your wetness.”

“Rhys, please—”

I scream, my back arching once more at the first swipe of his tongue. My hands fly to his hair anchoring—imprisoning—him against me. For a moment I worry I’m hurting him.

I couldn’t be more wrong.

Spearing his tongue inside me, he wraps his muscular arms around my thighs and growls against me, the animalistic sound reverberating deep in my core. He splays one hand on my lower stomach while using the other to slide a thick finger deep inside me, then another.

“Please don’t stop.” My hips undulate shamelessly against his face as he circles my clit in time with my hammering heart. “I need...”

Breaking away to look up at me, he rakes his tongue over his lower lip, tasting the mess I’ve made of his face. “I know what you need and it’s time I give it to you.”

Urging me up, he sprawls back against the pillows and pulls me to straddle his face, his hands gripping my behind so tightly I’ll surely have bruises come the next few hours.

But again, I don’t give one single damn.

“Sit on my face, grab on to the headboard, and ride my tongue, sweet Sadie.” For the millionth time, just oh my God. “Be a good girl for me and fuck your Prince Charming’s mouth, taking what you need from me.”

When I don’t move fast enough for his liking, he brings his palm against my ass, the slap leaving behind a delicious sting. I’m tempted not to move just so he’ll do it again.

But I really want to ride his tongue.

A definite first for me.

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