Page 49 of Rectify

She glared up at him and he chuckled. “Yes, I think that’s a great idea.” He slipped his fingers beneath her panties, circlingher entrance with the tip of his finger. Then he pulled her panties off, returning to twirl his tongue around her swollen clit.

“What does this all mean?”

“It means that for the time being, I’m going to look after you, and I’m going to do whatever is necessary to find Mateo. Plus, I’m going to fuck you.”

Aedan pushed two fingers deep into her pussy. “Here.” Drawing them out and bringing them up to her face, he brushed her juices on her lips until she opened her mouth and sucked his fingers inside. “Here.” Withdrawing his fingers from her mouth, he held her gaze with his as he lowered his fingers to her back passage, moving them between her plump cheeks. “And here.” He pushed his wet fingers against her asshole.

Natalya stiffened. “Aedan, I don’t know if I can . . .”

“Hush, not tonight. But eventually. For now, just lay back and let me take care of you.”

When he was this determined, there was no point in arguing.

Not that she really wanted to, anyway.

Aedan kissed his way around her areola. Then he licked her nipple with light, teasing laps of his tongue.

Grabbing both legs under the knees, he pushed them back toward her chest. “Hold your legs there,” he instructed. Reaching down, he pulled the lips of her pussy apart, blowing slightly on her moist flesh.

Natalya groaned. It wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough. She wanted him to touch her, to consume her.

“Such a sweet pussy. I don’t think I studied it enough before. I was always too eager to get inside you to really appreciate its beauty.”

“God, Aedan.”

“Have you ever watched yourself come, Natalya?” he asked.

“No,” she told him. Surely he wouldn’t, would he?

Standing, Aedan picked her up and carried her over to the mirrored wardrobe doors. He set her down on the floor.

“Aedan, I’m not sure . . . ”

He turned her around to face him. “I would never harm or humiliate you. Trust me?”

“Yes.” She didn’t hesitate. There was no other answer.

“Then sit on the floor with your legs apart.”

Despite knowing that she was blushing hot enough to fry eggs on her cheeks, she did as he ordered.

“Bend your knees. Bring them back toward your chest. Look at yourself.” He kneeled behind her, placing his legs on either side of her hips as he leaned her back against him. Reaching around her, he cupped her breasts, holding them up. “See how stunning you are?”

He was the one worth looking at. She could feel his taut, toned body behind her. The heat of his skin against hers. The scent of his cologne teased her senses.

“Don’t watch me,” he ordered, giving her a light tap on the thigh. “Or I’ll have you watch while I redden your ass.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“I would.” He studied her closely before grinning. “I think that turned you on. Shall we check?” The strength and surety in his hands held her gaze mesmerized as he slid them down her stomach to her pussy.

“What happened to the curls?” he asked.

“I shaved them off.” Now she wished she’d left herself with some sort of cover. Something to shield herself with.

“So now there’s nothing between us.”

“Dios mío,” she muttered as he split the lips of her pussy apart. The pink folds were swollen and slick with dew.

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