Page 89 of When Death Whispers

A surprised gasp rips through me. I freeze.

“Shh,” he murmurs, voice molten. “Let me take care of you. I promise, it’ll feel good.”

I glance down, heart pounding.

And fuck.

Hudson’s face is glistening with my slick, his tongue flicking out between every word. His blue eyes burn with something fierce and reverent andhungry.

Before I can say anything, before I can say I trust him, he presses his finger inside—just slightly.

A shiver rolls through me. It doesn’t hurt. It’s…different. The friction is delicious, unexpected in a way that makes my toes curl. He knows. His smirk says everything.

He strokes deeper, his tongue returning to my clit.

“Hudson…” My voice is barely a whisper.

He grazes his teeth—lightly—over the bundle of nerves, and I shatter.

The orgasm hits like a wrecking ball. My entire body locks up, trembling, thighs squeezing around his head as I scream his name.

When I slump against him, panting and weak, he doesn’t stop.

He rolls me onto my back in one smooth motion and looks up at me, face soaked in cum, lips red, eyes wild.

“You’ve ruined me, Silver,” he groans. “Now I’m out here trying to match your energy like I stand a fucking chance.”

I laugh—breathless—until he licks a slow, deliberate line from my ass to my clit, and the breath catches in my throat.

“What are you?—”

“That was O number one,” he murmurs against my skin, his lips brushing my inner thigh. “Ready for number two?”

I open my mouth to answer, but he doesn’t give me the chance.

Two fingers slide deep inside me, curling just right. The pressure builds instantly.

His other finger is nestled in my ass, both working together in perfect, devastating tandem. The stretch, the slick, the friction—it coils hot and tight in my gut like a fuse on the edge of ignition.

“Come on, Silver,” he whispers, voice thick with desire. “Let me see you fall apart again. You’re dripping down my chin. Look at how filthy I am for you. I’m going to smell like your pussy for days.”

Holy fuck.

Before I can catch my breath, before I’ve even come down from the first high, his lips wrap around my clit again, and I break—harder this time.

The second orgasm crashes into me like a rogue wave, stealing every thought, every breath. My thighs clamp around his head, my body jerking as I moan his name, drowning in sensation. He groans into me, drinking it in like I’m the only thing keeping him alive.

When I finally manage to open my eyes, he lifts his fingers to his mouth and sucks them clean—slowly, eyes locked on mine.

Oh. My. God.

I stare at him, drinking in every perfect inch—his soaked face, his trembling muscles, the cock still thick and rock-hard between his legs.

That won’t do.

“O number two,” he says smugly. “Definitely a win for my ego.”

I don’t give him a chance to gloat.

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