Page 19 of His Stormy Seduction

A low, gravelly sound rumbles up from Garrett's chest, and then his mouth is on mine again, devouring me with a hunger that sends a shiver of anticipation down my spine. He walks me back toward the rocky outcropping, his hands roaming over my body—cradling my nape, spanning my ribcage, kneading the generous curves of my ass as he pulls me against his scorching hot chest.

I whimper into the fevered kiss, my fingers scrabbling at the hem of his shirt. I manage to shove the fabric up, and Garrett breaks the kiss just long enough to tug his shirt over his head in one fluid motion.

The sight of him is intoxicating. His broad shoulders, the ripple of his abs, the trail of hair that disappears beneath the waistband of his pants—I want to explore every inch of him.

My hands roam over his bare chest, feeling his muscles jump and cord beneath my caresses.

"I need to feel you, Bonnie," he growls, his voice low and ragged.

I nod, my heart racing as he tugs at the buttons of my shirt. But he quickly grows impatient with the tiny fasteners, and with a low growl, he rips the fabric open, buttons scattering on the ground.

The cool air brushes against my heated skin, but it's nothing compared to the scorching touch of the man before me. Garrett's gaze rakes over my body, his eyes full of hunger and worship, and I can't help but feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.

He hooks his fingers in the cups of my bra, pulling them down to expose my breasts. I gasp as the cool air hits my nipples, but that sensation is quickly replaced by another as his wicked tongue swirls around one tight, pebbled nipple.

"Garrett..." I keen his name like a prayer, fingers fisting in his hair to hold him flush against my chest.

His low, rumbling chuckle vibrates against my tingling flesh. "You like that?"

I can only whimper in response as he transfers his attention to my other breast. My eyes flutter closed, every nerve ending alight with pure, searing pleasure.

"Let me worship every intoxicating inch of you," he rumbles, the words seeming to vibrate through my very core.

I nod, my heart racing as he turns me around and bends me over the rocky outcropping. It's a primal, possessive move, and I can't help but feel a thrill of excitement at the thought of being claimed by this man.

Garrett hooks his fingers in the waistband of my leggings, tugging them down just enough to expose me to the cool night air. I gasp, my body tense with anticipation as he trails kisses down the small of my back.

His hands knead my ass, spreading my cheeks apart to expose me fully to him. I can feel his hot breath against my core, and I know that he's savoring the sight of me, bared and vulnerable before him.

"Fuck, you're exquisite," he rasps.

I can’t seem to find my voice. I can only stand there, hands fisting against the unforgiving stone. The first swipe of his tongue against my aching flesh has me keening, hips bucking instinctively into that exquisite friction.

"So fucking responsive for me," he growls in approval, hands anchoring my hips in place as his tongue sweeps again through my drenched folds.

My head lashes against the rocks, a litany of breathless whimpers spilling past my parted lips as Garrett lavishes his attention on my pussy. Every lap and swirl of his tongue sends white-hot sparks lancing through me, stoking the raging inferno coiled low in my belly.

I'm rapidly spiraling out of control, the world narrowing to the slick heat of Garrett's mouth and the relentless driving of his tongue. My fingers scrabble uselessly at the rocky surface, desperate for purchase as that familiar crest builds with each stroke.

Garrett's fingers are tracing the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, teasing me as he works his magic with his tongue. And then, without warning, he slides a finger inside me, curling it up to hit that delicious spot deep within.

I cry out, my body trembling as he continues to lap at my clit, the combination of his finger and his tongue driving me to the brink of madness. But Garrett isn't finished yet. He slowly pulls his finger out of me, and I can't help but whimper at the loss.

But then I feel him press the slick digit against the tight bud of my ass, and I gasp, my body tensing with anticipation.

"Relax," he murmurs, his tongue still working its magic against my clit.

I take a deep breath, willing my body to relax as he slowly slides his finger inside me, his tongue still laving at my clit. The combination of sensations is overwhelming, and I can feel my orgasm building, that familiar coil of pleasure in my belly tightening with each stroke of his finger and tongue.

He seems to sense that I'm close, and he redoubles his efforts, his tongue swirling around my clit as he adds a second finger to my ass. The sensation is even more intense, and I can't help but cry out as the pleasure becomes almost unbearable.

"Garrett... oh god, yes, just like that," I pant, thighs trembling as he seals his lips over my throbbing pearl and sucks hard.

With one last swirl of his tongue, he sends me hurtling over that blissful edge in a shattering release. I cry out, hips undulating shamelessly as wave after wave of rapture washes over me. Through the haze of euphoria, I'm vaguely aware of Garrett's low growls of approval as he laps up every pulse and shudder of my release.

When the tremors finally subside, he stands, swiping the back of his hand across his glistening lips in a devastatingly primal gesture as I turn back around to face him. My eyes latch onto the rigid length of his arousal jutting proudly, and without conscious thought, my hands reach for the buckle of his belt.

"Let me," I breathe, already working the worn leather through the battered metal loops.

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