Page 63 of The Pack

I came hard, my vision fading as waves of ecstasy rolled through me. I gasped as the aftershocks rippled through me, leaving me dizzy and breathless.

My hips rolled and his tongue didn’t relent. Instead, he kissed and suckled and licked my pussy like he was a man starved. Imoaned, my body trembling as the sensation became almost too much.

“Oh, God,” I whispered hoarsely.

His eyes flicked up to meet mine again, his gaze filled with something intense and raw, and for a moment, the world around us faded away.

All I could focus on was him—his touch, his presence, the way he looked at me like I was the only thing that mattered.

He was dangerous. He was addictive. And I wanted more.

And he gave it to me. He kissed and licked and sucked until I came a second time. And a third. Until the world became a blur of pleasure and release, until I was gasping for breath, until I couldn’t remember a time when I wasn’t falling apart for him and then he licked me some more.

I twisted and writhed beneath him, but he held me in place and continued to eat my pussy. My clit throbbed beneath his tongue, my body trembling with the force of yet another climax as it slammed into me like a tidal wave.

My eyes rolled back in my head as my inner walls clamped down, over and over again as pleasure stronger than I’d ever known raced through me with wild abandon.

“Thorne,” I moaned, his name falling from my lips like a prayer.

He didn’t stop, his tongue and fingers working together to send me hurtling over the edge once more. My body shuddered with the aftershocks, but he didn’t slow down.

“Thorne,” I whimpered again, my voice breaking.

He chuckled, his lips brushing against my swollen, slick folds.

“I can’t take anymore,” I gasped, the words tumbling out in a breathless rush.

“You’ll take everything I give you, love,” he murmured, his gaze never leaving mine.

He shifted, his hands sliding under my ass and gripping me tight, lifting my hips and burying his face in my cunt at the same time his fingers curled inside me, pressing against my inner walls and driving me wild with need.

My eyes widened, and I moaned, my fingers tangling in his hair.

“That’s it, love,” he rasped, his lips moving against my slick folds. “Come for me.”

And I did.

Again.

And again.

I don’t know how many times I came, but by the end, my body was limp and shaking, my mind blank from the all-consuming pleasure.

“Holy shit,” I gasped, my eyes fluttering open.

Thorne leaned back, his eyes dark and glittering with desire. His mouth was slick with my juices, and the sight sent a shiver of heat through me.

“That was incredible,” I breathed.

He smiled, the expression surprisingly soft.

“You were incredible,” he murmured, his fingers tracing a slow line along my inner thigh.

My cheeks flushed, and I couldn’t help but smile.

“Come here,” he said, tugging me close and pulling me down on top of him.

Our lips met, and I tasted myself on him, the sweetness mixed with something darker, more primal. It was intoxicating, and I couldn’t help but moan as he deepened the kiss.

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