Page 193 of Irreversible

“Shh.” A dark chuckle leaves me; I am absolutely going to spank her for that.

While she squirms, I snatch my shirt, twisting it into a spiral. It’ll serve my purpose well enough.

Returning to the bed, I straddle her, running my index finger over her lips until she opens them. Then I lay the twisted shirt between her teeth, instructing her to hold it there. I don’t bother securing it—all we need is something for her to bite down on.

“We don’t want anyone to worry when I make you scream.”

Her gaze turns heated. Smoldering.

Holding her thighs wide, I finally allow myself to dive in. Running my tongue between those soft, wet lips, I lap at the silky skin, savoring the first taste. She moans, long and low, bringing her legs up and over my shoulders. Her heels dig into my back as she arches her hips, searching for more friction.

I back off every time I get her to the brink, chuckling at her muffled protests. Denying her release is its own brand of torture, and I fucking get off on it.

But now,Ineed more. That’s the thing about addictive personalities: we can always find something to fixate on, and she’s my latest fix.

Fuck, she tastes so sweet.

My tongue swirls in circles, up and down, while she bucks and whimpers and moans, her legs shaking uncontrollably. And when she arches off the bed, muscles tight and body convulsing, I clamp my hands around her hips, pin her to the bed, and devour her.

She screams into the T-shirt until she’s hoarse.

Oh yeah, I’m addicted, all right.

She lies there, limp and panting, while I remove the shirt from between her lips. Then I climb up her body and kiss her, long and deep, making her taste herself on my tongue.

I’m going to smell her on me for days, and I’ll enjoy every damn second of it.

Sooner than I’d like, I back away. We have all night, but there’s more I’m dying to do. Everly’s face is flushed, her hairline damp, but the look in her eyes is hungrier than ever.

“I need more,” she whispers.

Read my mind.

“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.” Reaching up to her wrists, I test the belt to make sure it isn’t too tight. “Hands okay?”

She nods. I’ll let her loose soon enough, but for now?—

“Good.” Before she can blink, I have her folded in half, knees up to her shoulders, putting her in a position where I can enjoy her startled expression when my hand cracks against her ass.

Wide eyes and a sharp gasp are my rewards, along with the large pink handprint forming on her skin.

When I follow the smack with five more, fast and hard, she cries out, rolling her body futilely. If there’s a next time, I’ll have her pick a safe word, but the way she holds her legs high and wiggles her ass after I’ve let go tells me she’s fine.

I give her one last smack for good measure, and she moans.

Fucking hell.

I’m already thinking ten steps ahead, running through all the things I’ll do when I have her for the third, the fifth, the twentieth time.

I wonder if I could ever get enough of a woman like her.

Unlikely.

“Are you going to fuck me, or what?” The sultry tease in her voice interrupts my plans.

“Oh, you’re asking for it.”

“I really am.”

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