Page 119 of Manacled Hearts

A clinking noise sounds as she shifts, and I break away from her enticing skin as it dawns on me that I didn’t make sure there aren’t any knives sitting on the counter. All I find is a spoon sitting next to a great big bowl. A different one than the one she was licking earlier. Curious, I take a peek.

“Is this icing?”

“Frosting,” she corrects on a strained whisper.

“There’s a difference?”

She nods, raising an eyebrow as one corner of her lips quirks, her chest rising and falling with heaving breaths, her cheeks deliciously flushed. After the discussion we had last night, I’m intrigued. I swipe my pinkie through the soft, creamy frosting, and dip it in my mouth. The dark purple color that matches her hair so well made me think it was going to be sickly sweet, but there’s a delicious sourness to it, and I’m compelled to hum in approval. Evelyn’s brows furrow with a wanton gaze as she bites into her lower lip.

“What gets you off, Evie darling? Is it me sucking on my finger, or the fact that I’m moaning at the taste of your frosting.”

Her brows straighten, as if she only just realized she was lusting over me.

“Come on, don’t be shy,” I insist.

“Maybe both.”

“Maybe? Let’s test and find out.”

Her doe eyes widen and lips part, but she stays silent. Waiting curiously.

I dip my index finger in the bowl, and suck on it again, this time slower, my eyes fixed on the not-so-innocent-anymore vixen before me. She watches every movement with hawk eyes, and I’m oddly turned on. Not because I’m sucking on my own fucking finger, but because she looks at me like that. Like she could devour me whole, just as I would her. And isn’t that just goddamn beautiful?

Returning to the bowl, I pick up more frosting this time, and I go for my mouth slowly, watching how her lips part with the same speed. Only, this time around I drop the cream, letting it fall right on her belly, just above the navel. She gasps and reaches for it, but just as it touches the sweetness, I grab her hand and bring it to my mouth. I lick her finger clean before I place her palm back behind her, then dip down, swiping my tongue over her skin, licking her clean. A soft mewl flexes her belly, and I realize this taste is becoming addictive. Mostly because it pulls those needy sounds out of her.

I grab more frosting, and smear it in a clean line from her navel to the trimmed curls between her legs. Goosebumps spread all over her flesh as she quivers, and there’s something addictively beautiful about that. A sort of innocence bread from discovery and I’m going to enjoy helping her find out what makes her wet. I bet she’s getting real wet right now. Just as beautiful is the contrast of this dark, violet frosting against her light olive skin. Then again, Evelyn makes everything look beautiful.

When my tongue touches her skin once more, she blatantly moans, her head dropping back as I lick the cream off of her belly, sucking the sensitive flesh.

“I want more.” I groan just as I grip her waist, bring her down to her feet, and turn her around, her back to my front.

She doesn’t get a chance to lean into me as I press my hand to the middle of her back and bend her over the kitchen island. With a yelp she tries to protest, but I hold her down with one hand and bring the bowl of frosting closer with the other.

“Be a good girl, Evelyn”—I give her right cheek a quick smack, grinning when she yips in shock—“and I might just make you come.”

“But I—”

Her protest earns her another slap on the other cheek, and this time her little cry sounds charged. It’s not pain twisting on the notes, but something much more carnal. I kick her feet apart, and take half a step back to admire the woman I claimed as mine.

“Fuck me, you have such a pretty cunt.” I shake my head, because it should be a crime for that dark-pink slit to look so unbelievably tempting.

Dipping two fingers in the frosting bowl, I scoop a fair amount of it, and she twitches when the cream touches the hood of her clit. When I drag those digits up the seam of her pussy and don’t stop when I reach its end, she whips her head around, eyes locking onto mine. I say nothing as I grab the spoon and scoop up more of that cream, holding eye contact with her as I continue spreading it, brushing it over that tight, puckered hole, then up to the top of her ass.

She follows me with her gaze as I dip on one knee, and when I wrap my hands around the tops of her thighs, pulling them apart to better expose her to me, her muscles tense. But then I swipe my tongue over her now even sweeter clit, sucking at that nerve center with newfound fever. Evelyn’s head falls against the countertop on a deep sigh, and I lick her slowly, from that sensitive bundle of nerves, through the seam of her delectable pussy, reveling in her shudder and slight yelp as I pass over the tight hole beyond it, and up to the top of her ass.

“This feels… dirty,” she says in a throaty voice.

“And yet look how beautifully your flesh trembles when my tongue worships you.” Pressing my mouth against her folds, I suck at the sweetness lathered there as she yelps at the contact. “How perfect this frosting looks against your soft skin.” I drag my tongue over her ass, insisting on the tight muscle that contracts at the contact. “How responsive even the dirtiest parts of you are to me.” I lick between her cheeks, sucking and cleaning every single part of her covered in that tangy sweetness. “I think you like dirty. Don’t you, Evie darling?”

A soft whimper escapes her throat when I bring my mouth back to her needy clit, rolling the bundle between my tongue and lips as her legs shake ever so gently. I part her with my thumbs, exposing the pink, wet flesh to me and hold her like that for a moment longer, enjoying the magnificent view of her opening gripping on nothing but air. Blowing over the sensitive flesh, I pull a soft groan out of her, but it turns feral when I dive my tongue inside that delicious pussy I made mine mere hours ago. It’s only ever been mine, and that thought fills me with a possessiveness I never thought I could feel. I roll my tongue against her walls, fucking her like I’m starving for her essence, and I know just how dirty my sweet Evelyn is when she thrusts into my face, taking what she deserves.

“Oh, Finnigan!”

I want to encourage her, tell her to take everything she needs from me, but she’s settling into a rhythm I don’t want to disrupt. Not until she comes all over my tongue and face.

So I release one cheek as I keep thrusting into her needy pussy, and bring my other hand to the sensitive bundle of nerves that must be missing the attention. The moment I press the tips of two digits on the hood of it, she cries out and bears down onto my face, rubbing herself against me.

“That’s it! Oh my god, Finn, oh my god! I’m going—I’m going to—” But all that comes out next is a lust-tainted scream as her legs shudder, and she gushes her sweet flavor all over my tongue and chin.

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