Page 111 of The Eighth Isle

We might not have tomorrow,I thought, but somehow the thought didn’t scare me—on the contrary.

“Get to worshiping then, Mister Evernight,” I said, and my voice came out breathless, but he understood.

His eyes popped open again, and his lips curled up at the corners, transforming his face into the fucking devil instantly.

“Yes, my queen.” And he fell to his knees in front of me.

His hands were all over me in an instant, touching me lightly at first, moving up to my breasts, then down to my legs. His lips were parted and his eyes wide open, barely blinking as he took in every inch of me as if he was seeing me for the first time.

“You’re far too good for me,” he said, leaning in to kiss my thigh, making red hot flames shoot up my body. “Far,fartoo good…” He bit my skin hard enough to make me moan, and my head fell back for a second. “Spread these legs for me, baby.” With his hands on the backs of my thighs, he slowly pulled my legs to the sides, and I was shaking with need as I moved.

To see him like that, dragging himself closer between my legs, looking up at me like I was his moon, made me want to stay in this moment forever. If we had another day to live or a century, right here was where I wanted to stay.

“Look at you,” Grey kept whispering as he touched me slowly. “What are you wearing underneath?” He looked genuinely surprised when he raised my dress to reveal the edge of my very red, very lacy panties.

I bit my bottom lip as I watched him push the fabric higher and higher, so completely entranced it could have been funny.

Then he moved so fast he turned to a blur.

The sound of the dress tearing to pieces filled my head and I cried out. Satin hung on the sides of my body, and Grey was now taking in my lingerie, his hands moving up and down me in a rush.

He looked positively possessed.

“I was wrong earlier.Thisis the best thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” he whispered, more to himself than me.

“I knew you’d like it.”

“Baby, I don’t justlikeit,” he said, licking his lips as he leaned in to plant a kiss on my stomach, right under my bellybutton. “You’re perfection. These look absolutely gorgeous on you.” Slipping his fingers underneath the panties, he looked up at me. “But now they have to go.”

And he ripped them to pieces, too.

“Grey, do?—”

That’s as much as I was able to say before his mouth closed over my pussy.

I swear I touched the stars with my own hands.

Forget thinking or talking. Within the minute, he had me panting and holding onto his hair to keep him down there, while his fingers dug into my skin, and he raised my left leg over his shoulder to give himself better access.

I leaned back against the windowsill, moving my hips in rhythm with the way he sucked on my clit and tortured me with his tongue, licking my folds and teasing my entrance so masterfully, I was ready to come within the next minute.

My head fell back as I cried out his name, even though I wanted to see. I always wanted to see what he was doing to me because he looked so damn good while he did it, but then he grabbed my other leg and put that over his shoulder, too, and then his wings came out his back, tearing that shirt off him even more.

He let go of my pussy for just a second and looked up at me, eyes completely red, a smile on his face, and my juices on his swollen lips.

“Hold on tight, baby. I’m about to have the feast of my life—and I won’t be gentle.”

He positioned his wings under my feet to support me better, and the sight of him kneeling and with his face between my thighs stole my breath away. He stuck out his tongue to lick my clit while I watched because he knew I loved that even if I was too embarrassed to say it out loud yet.

It was all of him, the hair and the eyes and the lips and the tongue—everything about him was perfect.

And he really did worship me against that window like his life depended on it.

My head fell back again way too soon because I wasn’t in control of my body anymore. And I looked up at the sky while hehad his way with me, at the twinkling stars and at the moon that was more silver than I’d ever seen before. Right now, the stars only talked to me about Grey, about this insane pleasure that was under my skin, threatening to make my heart explode. Right now, they didn’t care about an end—only what he made me feel as he ate me like he was having the feast of his life indeed.

When I came—much too soon for my liking, but there was no way in hell I could hold back for a second longer—it was different from the other times, too, because the open sky was over me and I really did feel like I was getting closer to it the higher the feeling took me. Grey didn’t stop thrusting his tongue inside me at all, knowing exactly how much I needed it to last, and when I began to come down, I did so gently, swinging to the sides like a damn feather in the wind.

In those moments, nothing really mattered except the now. Not the past or the future—just right now, and even though my ass was numb from being driven into the windowsill, I wouldn’t change a single detail.

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