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Petra

Reed is gentle ashe slides off the bed and takes the last of my lace with him. His footsteps retreat, and there’s a faint metallic thud before he comes back to me, his breath warm on my thigh.

“I miss your fur,” he laments, and I blush.

“You’ve been writing too many werewolf scenes.” He licks the length of my inner thigh with a chuckle, but doesn’t deny it. When he presses his wide palm between my legs, the slide between us is slick. “Reed? How do I make this as hot for you as you do for me?”

“Keep being yourself. I enjoy your hands on me. I love when you talk to me. Each gasp, each moan, each crinkle of the sheet as you move? They’re the symphony of pleasure, and your words are the melody.”

“Where did youcomefrom? No one understands like you.”

Each word from him is deep and measured. “Why do you think I created DKP? There was a gap in the market for what I wanted, and I realized there must be others like us.”

I gasp as Reed’s tongue slips over me. He catches softly on my clit and tugs upward, and the pleasure that was building in my stomach erupts everywhere at once. It surges out from my core to the tips of my nails in a hot tidal wave. I moan as my legs close around Reed’s shoulders without my consent, and my fingers spasm in his hair. “Reed. Oh my God.”

“Those sounds, Pet,thosemake this incredible for me. And your skin, and your smile, and the way you’re soft and juicy as a peach in my mouth.”

The heat of him sears into me, the faint stubble of his jaw grazes the crease of my thigh and sends my toes curling. His mouth,oh, his mouth,moves against me in a way I can’t compare.

My brain melts with each of his syllables. “You don’t realize the hold you have on me. You’re gorgeous, all swollen and glistening, baby. So ready for me. What’s sexy is how much you want this. Tell me you want this.”

His gravelly words are my undoing. What tenses inside me isn’t an orgasm, but it’s just as good. I’m both drunk and stunningly sober. I’m breathless, on the edge, but also falling and flying under his attention. “I want this. It’s better than I imagined. And Iimagined, Reed. With you behind the curtain, it was hard not to. I imagined your mouth on me in the bath, the water a pale substitute for your lips. That was nothing compared to now. God, you soundobscene—”

“You love it.” Before I can agree, his hands shift and spread me open, and I’m desperate to be filled. He holds me exposed to the cool air, but doesn’t do anything about it. Instead, he directs his tongue back to my clit, and I’m left clutching at his hair as spasms ripple through me.

“Oh! Why would you—?”

He chuckles.“Would I what? Talk to me.”

“I want—I need—” Reed hooks his thumbs inside me, stretching me further, and I stumble over the words. I don’t know how to ask for what I want.

“You enjoy being exposed this way? Feel incomplete? What do you want in your empty pussy? My tongue? My fingers? My cock?”

I whimper, lost—a fish out of water. I don’t have the words for this the way he does. “I don’t know.” Reed laps his tongue against my entrance and I cry out. “That, totally that!”

“You’re skipping ahead, Pet. Give me your words.”

“Reed,” I growl as I tug his hair. “You’re playing at the wrong moment.”

His laugh vibrates through me. “I fucking love when you’re annoyed with me. Riling you up in bed is just as fun as out of it.”

I’m on edge, so it’s not endearing. “We’ll see how you like it whenyou’reabout thirty seconds from coming and I let you hang out there for a while!”

“Is that a threat or an offer? Either way, you can count me in,” he counters. I frown, but Reed’s hand comes up to cover my lips. His thumb is slippery against my chin and the indecency of it makes me ache. “Rhetorical question. Focus on you, baby.”

It’s hard to focus on anything other than Reed’s skin against mine, on the way he licks pussy as though it’s his calling. On the wet noises mixing with his deep groans, my moans, and our heavy breathing.

Time blurs in the dark. It’s dizzying, having him as my only anchor. He works me up with laser focus, and my hips rock harder into him as I grip his hair in a bid for more. My muscles tense and relax, begging for a release that’s just beyond my reach.

“Reed,” I complain, “it’s not skipping ahead anymore. Please.”

Reed nods between my legs and I nearly sob with relief. He pulls back, fingers slipping over my clit, and his voice is deep and rasping. “Take off the blindfold.”

I throw it to the floor, and the lamplight floods my eyes. Reed doesn’t give me a moment to reorient myself.

His mouth is back on me, his hands spread me open, and then it’s his tongue and fingers that spear me. I moan, arching against him, my hands fisting in his hair as he finds a rhythm that propels me onto the edge. I tense, lifting off the bed, and catch his honey eyes with mine.

“It’s you and me here. Your orgasm is mine. I want it on my tongue. Come for me, Pet.” His eyes are filled with fire, and they never leave mine as he leans forward and sucks my clit. It’s a command I’m all too willing to follow. Waves of pleasure wash through me, small at first, building as Reed licks and never stops. And I fall, clutching onto him, crying out his name.

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