Page 130 of Destined To Fall

“Yes, I’m asking you. And I’ve never wanted to do anything more. Your scent is intoxicating.” He punctuates his statement by tracing his nose along my pubic bone.“I need a taste.”

A shudder escapes me, and I fight the urge to lift my hips.

“Oh, thank god, I was totally lying. I need you to touch me.” I might die if he doesn’t.

I feel his mouth grin against me at the same time a finger runs up the inside of my leg, pausing at my kneecap.

“Like this?” His voice is a deep and husky whisper vibrating the air around me as he parts my thighs from around his ears with a gentle nudge and continues to trail the lone finger up and up and—” Or like this?”—right over my lips.

I white-knuckle his sheets, and my back bows.

Incapable of speech, all I can do is gasp and watch as he continues to stroke the length of me, over and over and over. It takes all the effort I possess not to move, not to thrust against him as he continues to torture me into an early grave with his feather-light touch.

My heart’s a chaotic mess in my chest. I’m so tightly wound, so acutely aware of my blood thrumming in my veins, I can feel it beating and pulsing everywhere. He’s barely touching me, and I’m overcome.

I’m about to beg, to plead, to moan that he stop when he replaces that damn lone finger with his tongue and slides between my swollen lips to press down on my aching clit.

My entire body clenches and trembles in blissful agony, a pained groan escaping me.

Jeremy doesn’t stop there. Gripping my thighs tightly in both hands, he lifts my legs over his shoulders, opening me up further as he drags his tongue all the way down. His moan of approval thrums against me, and using the tip of his tongue, he circles me once, twice, three times before sliding all the way in, and my breath stalls. I struggle to breathe as he thrusts his tongue in and out of me with more skill than I was prepared for, only to slowly drag it out and up the length of me to flick and suck my clit into his mouth.

Nothing has ever felt this intense, this torturous. I’m drowning. I’m desperate for more, desperate to come, desperate for it to never end.

As if he reads my mind, Jeremy slides two fingers in, making me clench tightly around them.

“Fuck,” Jeremy groans out barely above a whisper, his eyes closing for a few long seconds before they open and lock with mine.

An undignified sound escapes me as he curls his fingers before so, so slowly dragging them out, then pushing back in. His other hand digs into my thigh as he softly slides in and out, watching my reaction.

It’s too much. I can’t watch any longer, my head falling back to the bed, my eyes closing, and my fingers death-gripping his sheets.

Jeremy continues to suck and nibble my clit, his fingers swirling and flicking my G-spot over and over as he skillfully thrusts them in and out, ravaging me so thoroughly I lose my ever-loving mind and stop him.

“Wait, wait,” I rasp out, fully panting now.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”Everything.

“Then…?” He reaches up and smooths a finger across my bottom lip, releasing the chokehold my teeth have on it.

“I want you”—hisdevilishgrin glistens at me—“obviously, but I mean…”What is wrong with me?I can’t even string a sentence together. I chuckle at how completely Jeremy’s obliterated me.“Kiss me. Just kiss me…”

He pauses for only a second before taking my thighs off his shoulders and moving up my body, pressing skin to skin and wet, open-mouthed kisses on the way. My insides thrum with the feeling of his smooth skin sliding over my nipples before shocking the ever-loving shit out of me when the head of his very hard dick glides against me.

“Oh, god, Jer.” He presses his forehead to my collarbone for a heartbeat before raising his gaze to me and scorching me with the desire in it.“You’re playing a dangerous game here.”

“Tell me this isn’t what you wanted.”

I open my mouth to say what, I don’t even know, when he captures it, sliding his tongue in rhythm with his grinding hips. I’m so close to coming, and he’s not even inside of me. The need to stave it off, to make this last as long as possible—the madness of that isn’t lost on me. I clench with all my might while thrusting againsthim, stroke for delicious stroke.

In the next instant, Jeremy turns the tide, shifting beneath me to position me on top of him, chest to chest, in a move so smooth, we don’t even break stride.

“I’m yours, Vivienne. Completely. Take it.”

I can’t think, only feel, as I continue to rock against him, wishing for more when his words register. I sit up to look at his face.

“What? You…what? What are you asking?”

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