Page 53 of The Storm of the Empire

I nodded slowly. “I think so.”

“How?”

My skin burned, unbearably so, and my words failed me. Why had I said that?

“Goddess?”

“It doesn’t matter.” I cupped his face, pressing my mouth to his.

He kissed me back reluctantly, and I knew I’d ruined it.

I tried to climb off him, but his fingers dug into my arse. “Let me go.”

“No. You made me speak so now it’s your turn.”

“I don’t know what I was thinking.”

“Are you saying that because you don’t want it or because you don’t want to tell me?” I fought his hold, but he was so much bigger than I was.

“I don’t know.”

“I want to.” He released my hip, cupping my face.

“Don’t say that if you don’t.”

He brushed his thumb over my cheek while his other hand stroked over my wet cunt, sliding two fingers inside. “I want to do anything that does this to you.”

My entire body shuddered, tightening around his intrusion. My words were barely more than a moan. “You do it so easily.”

“Tell me how I else I can do it. With my mouth? My cock?”

“Yes,” I whimpered.

“I get to decide?” he asked.

“What would you do if you came upon me and could do anything you wished” I breathed into his mouth.

He lapped up my words, drinking them down. Again, I fought to undo his pants, but he picked me up, stopping me. He draped my thigh over his shoulder, sitting forward so my leg wrapped around his back while his tongue found my clit.

He sucked, sending pleasure vibrating through me.

“I need you inside me,” I said even as I slid my hands into his hair and ground against his face.

“Not until you come on my face.” He flicked his tongue over all my most sensitive areas, holding me up with one hand while he pushed inside me with his other. His fingers stretched me, finding that spot inside.

I gasped when he curled his fingers, riding them. I tightened my grip in his hair, losing myself to the ecstasy. Time evaporated, and nothing existed but his fingers and his tongue. The spasms taking over my being.

Finally, I was spent, and I slid down his body, my lips finding his. I could taste myself on his lips as he forced me down on his length, making me take him in one motion. I cried out, filled beyond imagination, almost sending me into another release as his tip brushed where his fingers had just been.

“You’re so wet.” He nipped my lip, clearly quite pleased with himself.

“That’s your fault.” I rolled my hips, head falling back.

“You’re going to make me come if you keep doing that.”

“Isn’t that the point?” I smiled, not stopping for a second.

“Not this fast.”

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