Page 36 of The World Undone

She slid two fingers inside of me, teasing and slow until she found a spot that had me arching off the bed, head leaning back into the pillow, moaning for more.

“Fuck,” I whimpered, the word lost around the shape of her thong as I tilted my hip, seeking more friction.

Declan’s breathy chuckle held less control than she’d had up until this point, but she still had enough left to pull herself back, to pin my hips back down to the bed with her hands.

I felt her indecision in the pressure of her fingers as they dug into me, until, as if she didn’t have the composure to continue holding herself back, she pulled the thong from my tongue and replaced it with her own.

This.

Yes.

So much this.

My tongue greedily slid against hers. The edible candle wax made her taste even sweeter than usual. Her thigh slipped between mine as she ground her hips into me, both of us a tangle of oil, limbs.

“Fucking hell you feel good,” she whispered, like a prayer, her breathing as uneven as my own, my leg already slick with her desire.

Her lips found the side of my jaw, my neck, as she licked and teased me with her teeth.

My fingers dug into her hips, her back. When I slid my hand between us, my finger gliding through her slickness and slipping inside of her, I couldn’t wait any longer. I wanted to look into her eyes when she came.

I shoved the blindfold off and over my head.

For a moment, I thought she was going to argue, but the fight died on her lips when she registered the pure hunger in mine. Her eyes were wild and blown wide with lust, holding mine as I slid down her body and dipped between her knees.

“I need to taste you.” I hardly recognized the sultry tenor of my own voice—it was pure need, pure lust. “Properly.”

She opened her mouth, ready to argue, trying to maintain her careful control of the scenario, but the second my lips closed around her, all potential fight dissolved on her tongue as mine slid over her, lapping at her soaked core, my tongue circling, then running over her clit.

“Oh,” was the only sound she managed to make as I licked and sucked her like she was the only good taste left in the world—because right now, she was.

All I could see was her, all I could feel, all I could think. Fucking hell.

Her back arched as I slid two fingers into her—and then, I froze.

I could feel her pleasure rolling through me, as if it were my own. Every tingling sensation reverberating through me. She was on the edge—and I knew that with a vivid certainty because I was too.

Our orgasms were building and amplifying each other’s.

More so than I’d ever experienced with my succubus powers before. Every lick, every touch, every sensation echoed and pulsed through us both.

Taking advantage of my surprise, she gripped me by the hair at the nape of my neck and pulled me roughly to her. Her lips found mine as our hands warred for real estate over each other’s bodies. I traced her neck, her side, her chest, her ass, her thighs. Neither of us could get enough.

“Why does this feel so good?” She moaned into my mouth as her fingers slid over my clit, “gods I can feel your every pulse of pleasure.”

I moaned, unable to form any words. Like me, I could tell she wanted all of me at once, every sensation elevated and demanding, our skin on fire as we melted together. It was like a fever dream, everything heightened. We were drugged with it.

I slid myself against her, grinding slow and teasing as we met. Our lips parted on a gasp and we swallowed each other’s moans. But the teasing only lasted a moment—my vision blurred when she let out a whimper, both of us overcome by an urgency that had been steadily growing until it outpaced our patience, our tenuous game of control.

Her hips moved in time with mine, both of us slick and hot and filled with a need that was unlike any pleasure or lust I’d ever experienced before. Just from fucking rubbing ourselves on each other’s thighs. As one, we went over the edge, our limbs and hair coiled together as the orgasm rippled through us, a livewire of feedback braiding us as one. She shuddered against me, in time with the blood pulsing through me, until we both collapsed, unmoving.

After a moment, when we’d both finally almost caught our breath, she dipped her hand gently between us, fingers circling slowly around the sensitive skin. She hardly even touched my clit before another orgasm followed the first, striking us both, leaving us both panting and dizzy.

Holy hell.

Holy hell is right. Only she didn’t speak the words, they filtered through her thoughts into mine, loud and clear as day. The bond connection between us was blown wide, every thought, every feeling echoing and amplifying between us.

She arched a brow, a mischievous smirk on her face as her hand grazed along my side until she found my nipple. Her thumb teased the peak before she pinched.

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