Page 42 of Dangerous

When he sucked hard on the nipple now trapped in the hot cavern of his mouth, I nearly came.

Nearly—because when I cried out and bucked against his thigh, seconds from reaching my climax, the bastard pulled back, leaving my throbbing body without even the faintest stimulation.

“Blaine!” It was meant as a curse, but it came out breathy and so, so needy.

He fell back down on top of me, but this time, he only gave my breasts a couple of light kisses before he moved further down.

My breath exploded out of my lungs when he trailed his tongue down my soft flesh.

When he got to my scars, he paused, his lips hovering over the very top of them.

I raised up on my elbows to watch him, a small part of me needing to see if he had really meant what he said earlier—about finding them beautiful.

The heat in his eyes when he caught my gaze made me shiver.

“You are the singularly most gorgeous woman on this Earth,” Blaine whispered. He bent his head and placed a lingering kiss on the scar highest up on my abdomen.

“So strong.”

Another kiss.

“So brave.

Another kiss

“So fucking sexy.”

Each touch of his lips against my marred skin trailed lower and lower, not missing a single scar. By the time he reached the waist of my jeans, every drop of blood in my body was on fire.

Blaine sat up, undoing my jeans with skilled speed before he pulled them and my panties over my hips and arse in one go, easily disposing of them in seconds.

When he returned his focus to me, his eyes were smoldering and his lips curved into a smirk that nearly set my panties on fire. “Ready to start begging, love?”

“Yeah-huh,” I groaned, desperately hoping I’d be able to form words.

“Good.” He moved down further on the bed until he could lay down flat between my legs, his mouth positioned right above my throbbing pussy. His breath blew across my already soaking folds, sending spikes of wild hunger shivering through my body.

The first brush of his tongue over my lips made me whimper and clutch my hands so hard around the sheets that they ripped.

Blaine made an appreciative noise at the back of his throat. “You taste fucking amazing.” It was a low growl, and the heady tones went right to my spine.

I arched up, only to be met with the forceful thrust of the full length of his tongue. He drove in between my lips, parting them from my weeping entrance and all the way up to my pulsing clit in one, long lick.

I cried out, finally losing the battle to keep my hands above my head. When he began lapping circles around my nub of nerves, I grabbed fistfuls of his hair and pulled him as close as I could against me, craving more.

Blaine didn’t seem to mind in the slightest. He grabbed my squirming legs and hiked my thighs over his shoulders, before finally closing his lips around my clit to suck deeply.

Once, twice, three times, and I came crashing over the edge, screaming like a banshee.

Every muscle in my body seized to a single, tight knot of hypersensitive flesh, pushed over cliff after cliff by Blaine’s persistent suckling on my clit. Only when I collapsed back down on the bed, too weak to move, did he ease up on my pulsing flesh. With a few, gentle kisses he lifted his head to look at me. Despite his smug smirk, the hunger in his eyes was unmistakable.

“Oh my God, Blaine,” I gasped. “How did youdothat? I think… I think I just had an orgasm with my entire body.”

“I aim to please,” he said, giving me a cheeky wink before he dove back in

“Ooh!”My toes curled at the feel of his silky, yet strong laps up the center of my pussy. But what should have been too much so shortly after such a mind-shattering orgasm proved to feel just right. Blaine avoided my clit, kissing, licking and sucking his way up my slick folds until my pleasure-numbed body began to mount once more. I don’t know how long he spent reawakening every nerve in my sex, but before he returned his attention to my clit, my hands were once again buried in his hair.

“Come on, Blaine, please,” I begged, tugging at his black locks. “Don’t tease, please. OhGod,I need you.”

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