Page 82 of Fractured Rhythm

She scissored her legs in frustration and lifted her hips in invitation.

“Bash, please,” she moaned, lifting her head to look at me, but she kept her arms on the comforter.

I tugged her jeans and panties down in one motion and pulled them free of her body until she was laid out bare for me. Her skin was flushed, her lips bright red from where I’d kissed her and where she’d nibbled on her mouth as I drove her insane. I wanted to stand up, strip my clothes, and pound into her more than my next breath, but I would be patient. I needed my mouth on her.

I spread her legs and settled between her thighs. I pressed kisses along her pubic bone and glided my thumb along her lower lips, skirting around her clit.

“You’re wet as hell, Cas,” I groaned as I kissed along her upper thighs, drifting closer and closer to that sweet bud I needed in my mouth.

“That’s all because of you,” she moaned, her hips shifting on the bed, rustling the comforter beneath her as she tried to get closer. “Please, Bash.”

I continued kissing along her thighs, moving from one to the other without touching her where she wanted it most.

“Dammit, Bash. I need you,” she gritted out as I kissed her pubis, blowing softly over her clit.

A shudder wracked through her body and her hips arched off the bed. I slipped my hands under her ass and held her to my mouth, unable to hold back any longer. I leaned in, swiping my tongue along her folds and over her clit, tracing over the tiny bundle of nerves, and sucking her into my mouth.

“Yes. Oh, yes,” she moaned.

I stared up the length of her body. She was glorious. Her breasts rose and fell with every swipe of my tongue against her clit. I slipped one finger inside and her muscles immediately clamped down. Fucking hell. I wanted to feel that on my cock, but I would never rush this. Watching her fall apart under my mouth—under my touch—was a bigger turn-on than anything else. It always had been.

“Yes, Bash. Oh god, yes,” she gasped as she gripped the fabric over her head.

As much as I wanted to feel her hands in my hair, holding me to her body, it was hot as hell that she was still following my order and I didn’t give a fuck what that said about me.

“Oh. Yes. I’m. So. Close.” She paused between each word, her breathing shallow as I pulled her clit back into my mouth and plunged a second finger into her body.

My cock pulsed, punching against my zipper, and I needed her to come desperately so I could sink into her.

Her body tensed under my touch, but I didn’t let up.

Then with a drawn-out cry, she exploded under my touch and I took everything she had to give me.

I always would.

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