Page 119 of When Hearts Collide

He swallows, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his eyes turning fevered. Wild. The hunter in the woods. With one swift motion, he tugs off his pants, his long, thick cock bobbing against his stomach, and he climbs onto the bed.

My pulse flutters, every inch of me wanting to submit to this predator before me.

“You’re so fucking breathtaking,” he whispers, before tugging apart my legs. “Look at this pretty pink pussy, dripping wet for me.”

Ryland leans in and inhales, his breath causing tremors to flow through my body. I arch my hips toward his mouth, but he keeps me immobile with his hands.

“Ryland, please,” I beg.

Dark chuckles fill the room. “Where does my little lark need me?” He presses a kiss on my inner thigh as I writhe on top of the sheets.

“Here?” A kiss on my lower abdomen, followed by a toe-curling lick.

“Or here?” He laves a sensitive spot on the inner crease of my thigh.

I pull his hair, trying to angle his mouth where I want it most.

“Tell me what you want, Millie. I want to hear those dirty words coming from your mouth.”

Moisture gathers between my legs at the dominance in his voice.

“Ryland, I need your lips on my aching pussy. I need you to play with my clit, suck on it, taste it, make it flutter.” The words are shaky, and my mind turns hazy as his fingers dig into my thighs.

He trembles. He’s moments away from snapping.

A fire burns through me. “Then, I want you to put your fingers in my tight little pussy and ass and fuck me while you eat me out until I come all over your face.”

Ryland growls. “Fuck yes. Your wish is my command.”

The restraints fall away and he dives in and feasts.

A scream tears out of my mouth as he sucks on my clit like his life depends on it. The wet licks sound lurid in the quiet room.

“Fuck, you taste good. Sweet chamomile. All fucking mine.”

He inserts a finger inside my channel, and I clench around it, my body arching up as the sparks gather at the base of my spine at a blistering speed. Out of self-preservation, my hips try to shift on the bed, away from his onslaught, but he holds me down and ups the ante.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant, my legs twitching.

He grunts and doubles down, his tongue swirling around the hardened nub before his mouth sucks on it like a delicacy. He takes his finger out from my pussy and swipes the wetness down to my ass and rims the tight rosebud.

“Look at my slutty little lark, twisting on my bed, needing to come. Play with your nipples, baby. Tug them into hard buds for me.”

I moan, my fingers trailing to my swollen breasts and circling my hard nipples, each twist and pinch sending me closer and closer to the edge.

“God, I could eat your pussy every day. I’m fucking obsessed,” he rasps while he feasts on my clit.

Then, he inserts two fingers into my pussy and one in my forbidden hole, the sensations so sudden, so sharp, I let out a hoarse cry as my fingers clamp around my hard nipples.

His slurping grows loud, his fingers sawing inside me, curling in just the right way, building an inferno.

I feel so full, his fingers filling me up. My mouth falls open, the sparks gathering between my legs, a dark heat spreading to the rest of me. My breath freezes in my lungs and dots appear in my vision.

My mewling is loud and the sounds seem to drive him wilder.

“God, I’m so hard for you. The way you feel, the sounds from your mouth, the way you taste.”

He finger fucks me in earnest and I nearly careen off the bed.

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