Page 25 of Mine to Take

“This must be what heaven smells like,” he growls.

The low scrape of his words sends another round of arousal detonating at the bottom of my belly.

His fingers slip beneath the waistband before dragging the thin fabric down my hips and thighs until I’m completely bared to his sight.

When I shift, only wanting to close my legs, he flattens his palms against my inner thighs and presses them farther apart.

His gaze never deviates from my exposed core.

My heart pounds a steady tattoo beneath the intensity of his sharp gaze.

The look of appreciation that settles on his face is the only reason I don’t fight the hold.

“So fucking gorgeous.” One hand trails along my center, his thumb caressing the delicate flesh. Sensation ripples throughout my being before echoing in my fingertips and toes.

When he strums me for a second time, the pleasure is nearly enough to make my eyes roll back in my head.

I’ve had boyfriends before, but they never teased out these kinds of exquisite sensations. They never made me want to give myself over to them or come undone.

He’s barely touched me and I’m ready to burst out of my skin.

With my legs spread wide, he shoulders his way between my thighs. His gaze holds mine captive as he lowers his face and swipes at me with his tongue.

A whimper works its way loose from my throat.

“Tell me, sunshine… Do you enjoy having your pussy licked?”

The dirty question has heat rushing to my cheeks and leaves me squirming. His grip tightens around my thighs to hold me in place as he leisurely strokes one thick finger along my slit.

Another low moan escapes from me, breaking the silence of the room.

I couldn’t rein it in if I tried.

Maverick leans forward and traces the same path his finger traveled seconds ago with his tongue.

Pure bliss.

I want to die with the pleasure that rushes in and bombards my senses. Or maybe what I really want to do is spread my thighs impossibly wide in order to feel more of the velvety softness stroking over me and darting inside.

He grazes the top of my slit rather than probing deeper with his tongue. My fingers thread through his inky black hair as he presses butterfly-like kisses against my damp flesh. All I want is for him to bury his face between my legs and ravage me instead of giving me chaste pecks.

It’s pure torture.

“Please. I need more.”

Instead of giving me what I want, he takes another long lap that has my core clenching.

“You didn’t answer the question.”

When I remain silent, he nibbles at my clit.

The sound that leaves my lips is garbled and unintelligible.

He chuckles, and his warm breath ghosts over me. That’s all it takes for goose bumps to break out across my body.

His eyes stay pinned to mine from between my legs. “You must really hate it if you can’t even bother to respond.” He stabs his tongue deep inside my body. “I should stop.”

If that happens, I’ll probably die. Nothing in all my life has ever felt this amazing.

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