Page 13 of Served

He hesitates. “Are you sure? After everything I just?—”

I silence him with my lips, pouring every ounce of need and want and relief into the kiss. His response is immediate, his tongue tracing over my lower lip. I open my mouth for him, groaning, as he pulls me onto his lap.

This kiss is deep, hungry, edged with a desperation neither of us bothers to hide. His hands slide under my top, spanning my waist, leaving trails of fire on my skin.

“Letty,” he groans against my mouth. “God, I want you so badly.”

“Then you should take me,” I breathe.

His pupils dilate so much they nearly eclipse the green of his eyes. In one smooth motion he flips us, pressing me into the mattress. His weight over me is delicious and grounding, exactly what I need.

“It’s been a long time for me,” I admit.

“Me too,” he confesses, brushing his lips across my jaw. “About four years.”

The same as me.

He kisses down my neck, each press of his lips more urgent than the last. I arch up, needing more contact, more heat.

“Let me taste you.” His voice is rough. “Please.”

He doesn’t wait for an answer, just drags my jeans and panties down together before tossing them aside. The cool air on my skin makes me shiver, but his hands spread my thighs, anchoring me as his breath ghosts over my core.

“My god,” he groans, reverence tinged with lust. “You’re soaked for me.”

The first swipe of his tongue on my pussy makes me cry out, and he pins my hips down as they buck involuntarily. Felix groans against me, the vibration sending fresh shockwaves through my body.

“So sweet,” he murmurs, before diving back in with singular focus.

His tongue laps at me with broad, vigorous strokes, then teases in precise circles until I’m writhing beneath him, clutching the sheets and babbling as he devours me. He drives me higher, faster, until my back bows and I shatter.

The orgasm rips through me, brutal and bright, and I scream, tears trickling down my cheeks as he gentles me through the aftershocks with kitten licks.

As I lie there, spent, he kisses his way back up my body, helping me remove my top and bra. He takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking deep. Electricity arcs through me, pooling low in my belly.

Then he shucks off his own clothes. I drink in the sight of him—all tanned skin and rippling muscle, decorated with tattoos that tell stories of his life and service. The phoenix on his back is even more magnificent than I thought it would be.

When he reaches for his prosthesis, I stop him with a gentle hand on his forearm.

“Let me help,” I whisper.

He nods, uncertainty in his eyes.

My fingers tremble slightly as together we remove it, carefully setting it aside. The tissue below his knee is a roadmap of survival and sacrifice, of everything this man has endured.

I lean down and press my lips to the scars, feeling his sharp intake of breath. My kisses trail along his skin, my hands gently caressing the muscle of his thigh.

“Letty…” he says, voice thick with emotion.

“Every single inch of you is sexy, Felix,” I say with a smile.

His eyes shine as he pulls me up for a searing kiss, rolling us until I’m underneath him again. I can feel his hot, velvety cock resting thick and heavy against my thigh, and I reach between us to stroke it.

“Need to be in you,” he rasps against my mouth. “Now.”

“I’m on the pill,” I reply, guiding him to my pussy.

The sight of him—muscled, battle-scarred, trembling with need—undoes me.

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