Page 180 of The Harbinger

I licked my fingers and pressed against it, the flow of air evident and cold against them.

“Ha!” I shouted, glancing over my shoulder as Sacha entered my closet. “I knew I wasn’t going crazy.”

“From my perspective, I would disagree.”

My brows furrowed, and he slid his hand into his pocket, his gaze scanning the chaos scattered across the floor.

“What are you doing?”

I turned back to the wall and pressed on the crack. “Searching.”

“For what?”

“A secret compartment.”

“Now you have lost your mind. Come.” He gripped my arm and pulled me up. “Unless you wish to stay there… but I’d have other plans for your hands and mouth while you’re there.”

“I’m not crazy.” I shook my head and pointed to the wall I’d pressed on. “I felt a breeze when you closed the door and heard whispers coming from there a few weeks ago. Something is there.”

“Mia, I’m tired. Let’s deal with it in the morning.”

“You meanIwill deal with it in the morning.”

He pulled on my arm and dragged me out of the closet, my heart sinking as we stepped out.

I’m right. I know I am. There’s something there.

Sacha spun me around, his hand latching onto my nape as he pulled me into a stomach-fluttering kiss. Our tongues swirled, and a moan escaped me, vibrating our lips.

“I’ve wanted to do that all day.” He grinned, his hand sliding to the side of my neck, his thumb pulling my lip from my teeth.

“That’s it?”

He spun me around and gripped my shoulders, forcing me down onto the bed with a hard shove. My cheek pressed into the plush comforter, my hips jutting up into the air, exposed and vulnerable. In one swift motion, he lifted my nightgown, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of my hips as he bared the round of my ass.

“Let me show you.”

His tongue slipped over my dark hole, and I lurched forward with a gasp. “What are you doing?” I grabbed his hair, pulling him away, but he latched onto my wrist and swatted at me with a growl. His tongue continued to swirl, flicking against my puckered entrance, then delved lower into my slick folds. His hands wrapped around my thighs, his fingers digging into my flesh as he spread my legs wider.

His tongue speared my wet entrance, and I clenched my eyes with muffled cries, my mouth pressed into the fabric. My body clenched around his tongue as I secretly begged for more. “You taste like you need me.”

“Yes.” My long, drawn-out moan wiped the breath from my lungs.

My stomach swirled with tight agony as he pressed his thumb to my clit and swirled. He worked every part of me with his tongue, the insecurity melting away as the pressure built low in my belly. I rocked my hips against him, threaded my fingers through his hair, and pressed his mouth against me, needing more, aching for that sweet friction.

My body exploded, lights behind my eyes fractured into ornate objects, my head soaring high into the clouds.

Sacha ripped my hand from his hair, my nails scratching against his scalp. He stood and slapped my butt cheek with a sharp, reverberating echo. A harsh sting radiated across my flesh, leaving behind red-hot skin.

“This was what I thought of all day.” He lowered his pants, centered himself. “Making your warm cunt squeeze around me.” He slammed inside of me with a grunt.

My body clenched with an instant release, my cries rising to the rafters. My stomach tensed, and my thighs stiffened as he powered his hips against me, riding my orgasm like a wave. He slipped his hand along my belly, then up, and pinched my nipple, tugging until I squealed.

The sound of wet slapping skin swirled around us. Arousal leeched down my legs as I whimpered, his name a never-ended recording on my lips until he stiffened. With a low hungry growl, he warmed my insides, his cum shooting in jerking spurts.

“Who needs tea when they have you?” I said with an exhausted laugh.

He pulled out and tucked himself back into his pants, then fastened the belt around his waist, the loss of him like a cold breeze.

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