Page 116 of The Hunt of Night

“I thought?—”

“Ice cream,” I blurt, pulling the tub from the bag.

Her gaze shifts between my face and the vanilla ice cream in my hands. Her throat bobs as she swallows, but I notice her pupils dilate.

She’s something else.

“What are you going to do with that?” she asks, rubbing her lips together nervously, and I grin, placing the bags on the floor before crawling between her spread thighs. I open the tub and take a scoop from the top layer with the spoon Kryll was clever enough to remember.

“Adrianna Reagan, I’m going to eat it off your pussy. What else would I do with it?” I say with a snicker, and her eyebrows shoot up.

“Brody—” she starts, but her words are cut short as I slide her panties to the side and rest the underside of the cool spoon against her skin. “Fuck,” she croaks, legs trembling as I slowly move the spoon around and let the ice cream drip onto her folds.

My tongue darts out just as quickly, feasting on the classic flavor as it warms at her core, and I think I’ve just found my new favorite snack.

“Holy crap,” she groans, breathless, as I swirl my tongue from her core to her clit, taking every last sweet drop of ice cream with me.

“You taste like Heaven, Dagger,” I murmur, setting the tub beside her as I inch up her body, my eyes fixated on her taut peaks pleading for my attention beneath the red lace.

Swooping the thin fabric from her tits and settling it beneath the swell of her breasts, I scoop ice cream onto each of them. Addi’s head falls back with a groan, anticipation heightening between us before I lean in.

The moment I do, her moans of pleasure fill the air, making my cock jut toward her with need. Her skin feels hotter, the ice cream melting against her touch instead of cooling her.

“It’s too much,” she rasps, her chest rising in short, sharp bursts as she looks down at me through hooded eyes.

“It’s not enough,” I retort, and she huffs a laugh.

“That too.”

“Come for me, Dagger, and I’ll stop,” I offer, trailing the melting ice cream through the valley of her breasts, over her stomach, and down to her core.

I discard the tub and spoon with a clatter on my nightstand as I follow the path with my tongue. Her back arches off the bed, desperate for my touch as her fingers fist into the sheets beneath her writhing frame.

The second I lap at the remnants at her entrance, I thrust two fingers inside her core, feeling her walls spasm around me.

“Fuck, Brody, fuck,” she cries out as I suck on her clit, raking my teeth over the tight nub as I rub my fingers precisely in her center, finding the electric spot that has her bucking against me. Her chants fall to whispers as her hands twist in my hair, giving her the purchase needed to ride my face.

And ride she does.

I feel her muscles coil tight, the touch almost deathly, before she detonates, painting my tongue with her release as my fingers dance over her sensitive flesh.

“Brody,” she groans, low and slow, making me curse under my breath before I look up at her.

“That’s it, Addi, say my name.”

“Brody,” she whispers, and my eyes roll to the back of my head.

She knows exactly what she’s doing to me, and she loves it.

“I’m not done with you yet, Dagger,” I promise, grabbing her waist. My fingers flex against her flushed skin, making me grin before I spin her around. She lands on her knees, her face a mere inch from the sheets as she tries to find balance on her elbows, but I push down against her back, bringing her cheek flush with the bed.

Her ass is stunning, raised in the air, eager for me to claim her. I run my fingers over her heated skin, and she shivers atmy touch. When I trail a hand between the apex of her thighs, finding her clit once again, she moans.

“What would it feel like to mate with someone?” I ask, trailing my hands all over her from head to toe as my cock brushes against her core.

“I don’t know,” she rasps, the same answer as me.

Grabbing at her hips, I pull her core flush against me, making us both groan in delight.

---