Page 26 of Moth to a Flame

“Good girl.” I don’t miss how her pulse rages beneath my fingers. She’s lost. As lost as I am. “You’re going to let me have your tongue, Regan. You won’t fight me.”

Her mouth snaps shut. Her pulse quickens.

“You’ll let me lick you. Let me bite your lips. Wanna know why?”

“I can’t just let you,” she breathes.

She’s scared.

Mouthwatering. I’ll be the owner of her fears. I’ll slay her demons.

Literally.

“I’ll take care of you.” I slant my lips against hers, giving her a chaste kiss that makes her shudder. My hand slides into her hair, pulling her closer to me. “You’re going to let me do that. Do anything I want to you.”

Her verbal reply isn’t necessary. Her body speaks for her, and I’m there to take and take and take. I’m done asking and coaxing her. My lips push hers open and bite her like I said I would. Only harder than she imagined. I know, because she screams into my mouth.

Then moans. What a fucking sound. It’s only made sweeter when her hands rise higher up my body and her fingers dive into my hair. Her harsh tug burns my scalp, and fuck if I care.

Fuck if I don’t love it.

That’s a dangerous thought to have. Then again, it’s dangerous to be here alone with her. It’s been dangerous to hack her laptop and jerk off to the girl on the screen.

More.

I slip my tongue past her lips, rubbing it against hers. Slow. Gentle.

The way I roll my hips into her isn’t gentle at all. I dry hump her with rough thrusts, seeking friction. Desperate for those pleasure sounds she makes when our bodies connect.

A pang of electricity shoots through me when she darts her tongue out to meet mine. A tiny gesture, a tease. Testing the waters.

“That’s it. That’s my girl.” Praising her is the only reason I come up for air between kisses. “You’re doing so well. Now, more tongue, sweetheart. Taste me. There’s no right or wrong here. Just—mmm,yes—like that. Just like that. Good girl.”

Her nails dig into my skin. “Thank you.”

This. Girl.

“You’re going to make me come.” Not a lie. I’m leaking. Hot everywhere. This, right here, is the most turned-on I’ve ever been. This is the most emotion I’ve ever had, period. “Soft body like yours. I could get lost in you for days. Could own you and fuck you and taint your innocent soul.”

“No.”

My eyes snap open, and she’s looking at me. She dips her chin, and heryesis written all over her face.

“The things I’m going to do to you…” I repeat the things I said to her in the privacy of my home. While I’d been stalking her.

I’m not stalking her anymore. I’m here.

For her.

Another second of this, of leaving her unsatisfied, will be the death of me. It’s fucking unacceptable.

Her first kiss is going to end in an orgasm. Her first kiss will ruin her for all other men.

There will be no other men. “Spread your legs, little lamb.”

“No.”

“Liar.” I kick her legs open.

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