Page 55 of Unhinged

He bends his head and kisses me hard, licking into my mouth like he’s still feeding me—like he’s tasting the salt and grease and hunger right off my tongue. I moan into him, fingers curling in his hair, dragging him closer and closer.

His mouth leaves mine, sliding down my throat, teeth grazing my pulse before he drags my thighs apart and settles between them.

"Hands back behind your head again,” he growls. "And stay fucking still."

I obey, but my breath is ragged. My pulse races under his mouth as he kisses lower.

"You gonna lick me like you did the fries?" I whisper.

He flashes a wicked smile. "I’m gonna do a lot more than that, little ghost."

And then his mouth is on me, and I forget all about food.

He spreads my thighs, slow but deliberate, fingers digging into my skin just enough to make sure I know who owns me now.

"You were teasing me," he murmurs, lips trailing fire down the inside of my thigh. "Licking my fingers like you wanted to be fed something else."

My breath stutters, my hands aching to touch him. He notices.

"Keep them there," he orders, his voice sharp. My hips jerk, moving close to him, desperate for pressure, for him to taste me.

I let out a shaky exhale, arching slightly against the couch. He’s still fully dressed. I’m half-naked.

His mouth ghosts over the crease of my thigh, where the skin is sensitive. He bites, just enough to make my legs jerk. Enough to leave marks. I stifle a moan.

Matvei hums against me, as though he likes the way I react… like he’s already memorizing it.

He licks right next to where I want him, teasing. I feel my arousal dripping.

I won’t beg. Nope.

But oh my god, in my mind, I am screaming. I want his tongue, I need pressure, I need?—

Ahhh.

His tongue flicks over the bite—soft, soothing, making me shiver—and then lower, pressing wet heat right where I need him most.

I moan. I can’t help it. My god, it feels like heaven.

Matvei groans against me, his grip on my thighs tightening like he wants to bruise me there and keep me spread open forever.

He works me over slowly at first, with long, lazy, torturous licks, his tongue flat and unyielding. I want to grab his hair and force him deeper, rougher. I want to make him lose control.

I know he’s waiting for me to break first.

He flattens his tongue and drags it up, slow and deep, one hand moving between my legs so he can curl his fingers inside me.

Oh fuck.

I whimper.

"That’s it," he praises, and fuck, his voice alone is enough to ruin me. "That’s right, little ghost. Let me hear you."

He wraps his lips around my clit and sucks, and I don’t just moan this time—I cry out.

Matvei growls in approval, pressing me down when my hips jerk. He’s holding me open for him, keeping me there so he can take his time.

I don’t want time. I want him to devour me.

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