Page 17 of Heart of The Night

Chuckling, he pressed a hard kiss to my clit. ‘Not yet.’

My body went rigid, the bundle of nerves craving more. ‘Please, Will.’

He shoved a finger into me.

Oh my God. It wasn’t his dick, but it was still pleasurable, and now that his finger got between his mouth and my inner lips, he had to direct his tongue elsewhere. A spasm rocked through my leg when he flicked it across my throbbing clit, amusing him.

‘You’re so sensitive.’

‘Make me come, Will,’ I whined, tugging his hair again.

‘Oh, darling. I’ll make you come so hard you’ll forget everything but my name.’ He sharpened his tongue, applying more pressure, while his mouth engulfed me, sucking hard. My eyes sprang wide. He was going straight for the main prize without a trace of mercy.

‘Shit!’ I clenched my teeth, every muscle of my body tensing. Squeezing my eyes shut, I held my breath as he kept sucking, his tongue tormenting me, masterfully circling and then striking across.

Nearing the edge, I pinched and tugged at my nipples, the beats of my heart furious. I started to shake, forgetting to breathe.

Then he shocked me. Withdrawing his finger, he pushed it gently in between my buttocks instead. At first, the tight hole contracted around his digit as if to deny him but, since I had experience with this, I quickly reminded myself to relax. Soon, my body welcomed the intrusion, and he began pumping his finger into me, in and out.

I cried out his name. Fuck. This felt incredible.

My toes curled, my fingers knotting in his hair.

God. I was going to explode.

‘I…’ My voice was a breathless, strangled whisper.

He must have sensed my oncoming haze, because he abruptly withdrew his finger, securing his arms tightly around my thighs instead. Meanwhile, he increased the speed and pressure of his tongue’s flicks, his mouth working my clit as if it was all he had ever done. Pleasure-induced tremors surged through me, my body teetering on the brink of glorious surrender.

Then, the tension erupted. A massive wave of release swept through me, starting from between my legs and rippling outward in shattering pulses, washing over my brain as billows of vibrant colour detonated behind my closed eyelids. It felt as if every atom of my body was being fragmented and remade, reassembled into something wholly radiant. My senses drowned in the sheer intensity, every nerve ending firing in unison as I was catapulted into a realm where nothing else mattered but this overwhelming feeling of liberation.

‘Fuck,’ I mouthed, collapsing over William.

This – giving myself to him completely – this was rapture.

This was everything.

4 | tit for tat

Chuckling, William slid his hands under my dress, weaving them around to brace my back. Rising to his full height, he lifted me onto his broad shoulders, my lower abdomen pressing against his face. I tensed in alarm, a squeal of surprise escaping me.

‘I won’t let you fall,’ he said, his voice muffled as he walked toward the living room.

‘How do you even know where you’re going?’ I replied, my voice laced with anxiety. I clung to him tightly, my thighs instinctively clenching around his neck and my ankles crossing each other for balance.

‘I live here, Cara. I know this place like the back of my hand.’

He manoeuvred confidently through the room, easily avoiding every obstacle.

‘You’re nearing the sofas,’ I said nervously.

‘I know.’ Gently, he set me down on the black leather sofa facing the windows. ‘See?’ He ran his hand down my waistline, his touch feather-light. ‘Not a scratch.’

I couldn’t help but grin. ‘I might still find some bruises later.’

A hint of concern entered his eyes. ‘Was I too rough with you?’

I caressed his cheek. ‘No, you were perfect. You always are.’

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