Page 67 of Beneath the Thorned Crown

And fuck, I plan on giving her exactly that.

She’s mine.

And for this moment, she’ll know it.

I look up at her as I hook my fingers around the thin band of her panties, tugging them down slowly.

"I really want to go down on you," I murmur, my voice husky with want.

She shudders beneath me, her hands threading through my hair, her hips lifting in invitation.

Good girl.

"Fuck," I groan as I brush my fingers over the soft, wet heat between her thighs.

She’s already soaked.

Already ready for me.

I grip her hips, pulling her toward my mouth, and then—I taste her.

Her moan fills the air, breathy and desperate, as I slide my tongue over her slowly, savoring the way she trembles beneath me.

She tastes sweet, intoxicating, mine.

I groan into her, sucking her clit between my lips, flicking my tongue against the sensitive bundle of nerves until she writhes against me.

"Dominic—" Her voice breaks, her hands fisting the sheets.

I pull her closer, my grip firm, refusing to let her run from the pleasure.

I want her helpless.

I want her completely undone.

And fuck, she gives it to me.

Her moans turn higher, sharper, her body tensing beneath my hands. She’s so close.

"Do you want me stop?" I tease her.

She shakes her head frantically, panting, her nails digging into my shoulders.

"No," she breathes, her body tightening, coiling. "No, Dominic—don’t stop—"

I growl, my tongue moving faster, harder, until—

She shatters.

Her release slams into her, her body convulsing as she cries out, her pleasure spilling over my tongue.

I don’t stop.

I lap up every drop, my hands gripping her thighs, forcing her to take it as the aftershocks roll through her.

She’s trembling, gasping, completely wrecked.

And I’m not done.

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