Page 53 of Carnival Master

I press closer to him. “This isn’t a cage, Ty. Or if it is, it’s the one I want. I’d choose it a thousand times over.”

His grip tightens, and I feel his lips brush against my hair. The warmth of his body seeps into mine,grounding me. This is what safety feels like. This is what love feels like—not the suffocating rules and expectations of my father’s world, but this raw, honest connection.

“With you,” I whisper against his chest, “I can breathe, laugh, and eat a corndog without worrying about what people will think.” My fingers curl into his shirt. “That’s not a cage. That’s freedom.”

His lips capture mine, and he backs me up against the wall. The bookshelf rattles behind me, the sound of tumbling books forgotten as his tongue tangles with mine. I’m devouring him just as he’s devouring me, our desperation growing with each touch.

With a yank, he rips my shirt over my head, the buttons popping off and scattering across the floor. His mouth finds my breasts, his lips and tongue working magic on my already sensitive flesh. I moan, my fingers tightening in his hair as he sucks and nips, sending jolts of pleasure down my spine.

“I’ll never get enough of your tits, Sofia.” His deep voice rumbles against my skin, sending shivers through me. “So fucking perfect.”

His mouth trails lower, his tongue dipping into my belly button before he hooks his fingers in the band of my skirt and yanks it down, leaving me in nothing but my panties. I leave the ruined fabric, longing for his touch on my bare skin.

“Fucking glorious.” His hungry eyes devour me as he pushes me back against the wall, his palms sliding up my thighs. “All these curves are mine.”

I bite my lip, watching as he slides his fingers beneath my panties, teasing me with a featherlight touch.

“Don’t hold back, baby girl.” He smiles that wicked smile. “You know how much I love the sound of your pleasure.”

My inhibitions melt as his fingers dance closer to where I need them most. His thumb finds my clit, circling gently at first and then with more insistence as he watches my reactions. I’m putty in his hands, squirming against the wall as waves of pleasure pulse through my body.

“Ty,” I pant, my head resting against the wall. I can feel the heat building, coiling tighter and tighter within me.

He presses closer, his hard body trapping me against the wall as his fingers work their magic, knowing exactly what I need. A few more strokes, and I’m arching off the wall, crying out his name as my orgasm rips through me. I feel his mouth on my neck, sucking gently as I ride out the waves of my release.

I’m still trembling when he lifts me, wrapping my legs around his waist. His mouth captures mine while he carries me toward the bed. With one hand, he rips off his shirt, and I gasp at the sight of all that sculpted flesh covered in intricate tattoos. I can’t get enough, dragging my fingers over his shoulders and chest. So much strength, so much raw power.

He lays me down, kissing a trail down my body as he pushes my panties down my thighs and tears them awayfrom me. I spread my legs eagerly, wanting all of him. Needing to feel him inside me.

He kneels between my thighs, his lips finding my sensitive flesh. With each flick of his tongue, each lap at my wetness, he claims me as his own.

“This cunt is mine,” He growls, sending vibrations through my core. “I missed the taste of you. I was going fucking insane not knowing where you were.”

I moan as he sucks my clit into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the bundle of nerves. I’m completely at his mercy, my hands twisting in the sheets as his fingers join in, thrusting inside me.

“God, you’re soaked.” His gaze is fixed on my soaking pussy. “Know what that means?”

I shake my head, unable to form words, as he teases me with featherlight touches, sending pleasure sparking through me. I’m a live wire, crackling with electricity.

“Means you missed me too.” He smirks. “Bet that pretty little pussy of yours was aching for this tongue the past few days.”

“Yes.” My admission comes out strangled, the word torn from me by his relentless touches. “God, Ty, I’ve missed you.”

He chuckles, the vibrations dancing along my nerve endings. “Thought so, you’d never forget about me, would you?”

“Never.” I arch my back as he sucks my clit gently, his fingers pumping faster inside me. “I’ll always want you.”

His eyes are dark and intense as he watches my face. “Tell me what this pussy needs.”

I can barely think straight. “I need you. God, Ty, please. Don’t tease me.”

“I’m not teasing, baby girl.” He smirks wickedly. “Just making sure you’re ready for me.”

“I’m ready.” I nod fervently, my head feeling too heavy for my neck. “Please give it to me now.”

“Impatient.” He chuckles but obliges, thrusting his tongue deep inside me.

I cry out as my body clenches around him, pleasure shooting through me like lightning. His tongue dances and flicks, knowing exactly what my body craves.

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