Page 48 of Tempting the Dhampir

“I need you to spread your legs for me now so I can lick every drop of your delicious cream. Think you can do that for me, sweetheart?”

“Yes.” I wish my voice sounded as confident as I want it to sound, but it still astounds me that he’s actually enjoying my smell, my taste.

I step my legs out, exposing my pussy to him.

Everett runs his tongue along one canine, then growls, “More.”

I widen them up to the edge of discomfort, putting myself fully on display for him.

“What a beautiful cunt you have. It’s dripping for me. Are you going to make a mess of my bed, sparkles? Let the scent of your arousal permeate my room so I can smell you for days after?”

Yes, most definitely, if he keeps talking like that.

But he’s also reminding me that this is just a one-off thing. Just for tonight we’re going to have a moment of weakness and enjoy each other. I shouldn’t forget that this is temporary. I’m going to force myself to lock all these mushy feelings away. I’ll reevaluate them when I’m long gone from here.

With my mind firmly in the game now, I wrench myself out of the trance I was in and play along.

“Are you just going to stare at it, or you actually going to put your tongue to work and make me scream?”

Everett looks elated at my taunt and, on the next breath, dives forward. He moves his mouth to my inner thigh, right to the new tattoo, and gives it a tender kiss.

“You have no idea how pleased I am that I get to share this mark with you. The fates were awfully kind to bind us together, for however long they want. But having you here, in my bed, is a fucking privilege.” Everett keeps his mouth over the tattoo as he speaks, only making eye contact with me on the final words.

With one last press of his lips to the tattoo, he grabs me by the back of the knees and shoves my legs up, baring me obscenely to his wolfish gaze. And it’s like something snaps in him.

Everett attacks my cunt like a man starved. Eating me sloppily, voraciously, no finesse whatsoever. It’s almost as if he’s the one who can’t keep a cool head right now.

He places open-mouthed kisses on my pussy, from my entrance to my clit. The scrape of his stubble is a wonderful contrast to the smooth, wet heat of his tongue. With his tongue, he traces circles around my nub, making them smaller with each pass, applying more pressure until I’m a squirming, whimpering mess.

My arousal drips from my pussy, down my crack, onto the bed.

I grab his hair and place his mouth where I need him, wantonly grinding my hips into him. Everett closes his lips around my clit and sucks. The escalating cries that fall from my lips are obscene. I’m so close.

Right as I think I’m going to explode, he eases his mouth off my clit, eliciting a whimper from me at the loss. “Nooo, don’t stop.”

“I’m only getting started. The sounds of your pleasure are like music to my ears. I don’t want this to end too soon. Now, let’s see how loud you can scream for me,” he says into my pussy, darkened gaze intent on me.

He gives a light nip to my inner thigh, right over the tattoo, before licking a broad stroke up my pussy. He moves from my clit down to my puckered hole where no one has ever been, letting his tongue trace around the rim, mapping all my most intimate parts.

I gasp at the new sensation.

“Has anyone ever touched you here, sparkles?”

“No.” It doesn’t even occur to me to lie right then.

“We’ll have to explore that another time.”

Another time? Like he’s planning for more than tonight? A girl can dare to hope.

His tongue resumes its exploration and moves up my pussy, closer to where I need him. But instead of focusing on my clit, he shifts to my entrance and shoves his tongue into it. Firming his tongue, he moves it in and out, fucking me with it as I moan unashamedly.

My breasts feel heavy, my nipples hard points straining against the fabric. I move one hand from his hair to my breast, teasing my nipple, rolling and plucking it.

Everett sees this and redoubles his efforts, his hands moving down the backs of my thighs, my flesh likely bruising with his delicious grip. The sounds coming from him are broken, beastly groans of pleasure.

With his focus fully shifted to my clit, he closes his lips around it again and pulls on it with heavenly suction.

I’m so close that my muscles start to lock and tingles race down my spine, but I need something more to send me over that final edge.

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