Page 73 of Forsaken Oath

Before I can respond, his hands are on my waist, strong and sure, and he carries me through the water. My arms and legs wind around him, laughter still light on my tongue.

We reach the shallow end, and he sets me on the top step, the cool concrete a shock against my heated skin. Water sluices off my body in rivulets, the droplets catching the moonlight like scattered diamonds. Beau’s hands skim up my thighs, his touch leaving trails of fire in their wake. He kneels on the middle step, wedging himself between my parted legs, and I widen them to give him more room.

His fingers trace teasing patterns on my inner thighs as he presses soft, open-mouthed kisses along my collarbone. I tip my head back, a breathy moan escaping my lips as his teeth graze my skin.

“Beau,” I whisper, my fingers threading into his damp hair, nails scratching lightly against his scalp.

“Yeah, baby?” He hums against my throat, the vibration sending shivers racing down my spine. His lips trail lower, mapping a path of fire down my chest until he reaches the edge of my bralette. He flicks his tongue along the top, my nipples straining through the cotton fabric, begging for his touch.

“What are you doing?”

He chuckles, this slow sound that reminds me of molasses. Smooth and rich and decadent. “I’m gonna show you how fucking delicious you taste.”

His words send a bolt of liquid heat straight to my core. My breath hitches as his fingers curl around the edge of my bralette, slowly easing the damp fabric down. The cool night air kisses my exposed skin, my nipples pebbling in response.

He leans in, his breath ghosting over my sensitive flesh. “So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, awe lacing every word.

And then his mouth is on me, hot and wet, sucking my nipple through the thin fabric. I cry out, my back arching, pressing my breast into his mouth further.

His tongue swirls around the tight bud before he sucks it into his mouth, his teeth grazing ever so gently. Pleasure spikes through me, sharp and intense, pooling liquid heat between my thighs.

“Fuck,” I gasp, tugging on his hair.

He releases my nipple with a wet pop, a wicked grin curving his lips. “There she is, my greedy girl,” he says, before shifting his attention to my other nipple.

He palms my hips and shifts me closer. My ass balances on the little rounded edge, my hands flying behind me to brace myself.

He holds my gaze as he lowers himself into the water, the pads of his thumbs dragging over the sensitive crease of my hips. His eyes, dark with hunger, lock onto mine as he drags his lips along my inner thigh. “I’ve been dreaming of the way you taste, Peach. Craving it like a man starved.”

Desire pools, hot and heavy in my core. I’m trembling with need, my body wound tight in anticipation.

“Yes,” I breathe, the word escaping me on a desperate exhale.

A carnal grin curves his lips. “You know I like it when you use your words, baby.”

“I want you.”

“I’m right here,” he counters, dragging his tongue along the hem of my thong.

I shiver, lust coasting along my nerve endings like goosebumps. “Your mouth, Beau.” A breathless plea.

“This mouth?” He punctuates his question with a soft kiss to the center of my thong.

Arousal swirls so heavily in my veins, I feel almost drunk on it, and he’s barely touched me. But it’s not enough. I am greedy,and I do want more. I’m a little worried I’ll never have my fill of Beau Carter. Not when it feels like this with him.

I rock my hips toward him, feeling his chuckle rather than seeing it. “I want you to eat my pussy, Beau.” The words come out bold and brazen, dripping with need.

His eyes flash with primal hunger, a low growl rumbling in his chest. “Fuck, you have no idea what you do to me when you talk like that, Peach. But I’m going to show you.”

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BEAU

“Lie back for me, baby,”I grit out. My throat feels tight with effort to maintain some semblance of control. But it’s a losing fucking battle when her sweet scent fills my nose and her generous curves fill my hands.

She’s a goddamn vision right now, tits out and propped up on the edge of the pool. I don’t know what I did in a past life to be given a shot at her, but I’m thanking my fucking stars.

She leans back onto her elbows, propping up those perfect tits of hers. I think if I had a little more time, and she had a little more patience, I might make her come just from sucking on those rosy nipples. I file that away to try out later.

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