Page 58 of Tempting Fate

My hips buck when he sucks my clit hard.

Over and over.

My vision blurs as my climax starts to build.

“Nothin’ will get between us, right, sweet thing?”

“Nothing.”

“We’re destiny. Fate. Sin and submission… no one can destroy us.”

“No one.”

Like a finely tuned machine, Zeke works me over. He knows exactly where to touch. How hard. How soft. How fast. How slow. Every move he makes is destined to maximise my pleasure.

“Love like ours can’t be broken, hey, metukà shelì?”

“Unbreakable.”

“My fuckin’ perfect Cherub. Gonna make you come so hard.”

In direct contradiction to his promise, Zeke licks and nibbles on the delicate skin around my lower lips, my inner thighs, my cleanly-waxed mound, everywhere except the one place where I want his mouth. Driven to the edge of my patience with wild need, I screw my eyes shut and fist the covers at the sides of my hips.

He continues to tease . Warm breath blows over my clit. I shiver. An almost imperceptible brush of his lips over the sensitive nub makes me moan. His fingertip circles my soaked entrance, barely breaching my body, and Alex’s leering face fills my mind’s eye.

I stiffen, then my man nips at my clit with his sharp teeth.

“Eyes open.” I raise my eyelids and peer down my body at him. The desire in Zeke’s multi-coloured eyes is matched by the heady, hungry growl in his voice. “Watch me, Lily. Watch me worship you. Watch me drown in you. See how much it pleases me to please you.”

A moan leaves me when he pushes his tongue inside me.

I drop a hand on the top of his head.

Gazes locked together, I watch like demanded while he devours me. He folds his hands over my lower belly, holds my hips in place, forces me to endure every slow lick, every spear of his tongue, every tender kiss, every deliberate suck of my clit. I want to cry for mercy, lap up each touch, soak in his pleasure, bask in his hunger, splinter beneath his ministrations.

Mindlessly, I wind my fingers through the longer hair at his crown as my need crests.

“Oh, God. God. God. Zeke.” I tug his silky locks hard, almost pulling his mouth from my overstimulated flesh, before pushing his head back down to keep him where I need him. “Yes. There. God. Zeke. Zeke.”

My man uses his tongue to draw finger eights on my clit.

Ecstasy builds in my stomach, then turns to heat at the base of my spine.

Two fingers press into me.

Stretch me.

Thrust in and out of me.

Remind me of the violation I recently suffered.

“No. No.” My mind refuses to accept that it’s Zeke’s fingers and not Alex’s inside me. Moving my head from side to side, I try to reject his touch. “No.”

“Call carnage, sweet thing, otherwise I’m gonna finger fuck you until you come.”

“I—I…” Trailing off, I swipe at the tear that’s rolled down my cheek.

“I know, sweet thing,” Zeke tells me as he gazes up at me from between my thighs. “But this is you and me… we’re unbreakable, aren’t we?”

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