Page 100 of Cross Check Hearts

“What do you mean? What are you?—”

The last of my words transforms into a gasp when he throws my other leg over his shoulder. My stomach flips as I feel like I’m falling for a second, but he was right. He’s got me.

He doesn’t stop there though. When he’s sure I have a solid hold on him, he rises up to his feet, standing up straight with me resting on his shoulders and his face buried in my pussy.

Gripping me by the ass, he holds me in place there as if I weigh nothing. I’m amazed he can stand up while holding me like this, and I’m a little worried I’m going to fall off of him, but his fingers dig into my ass to hold me in place. I wrap my arms tightly around his neck and shoulders, and a moan rushes out of me as his tongue explores my pussy. It feels incredible as he works his way up my folds to my clit and back, and I dig my fingers into the back of his head to keep from screaming.

When his tongue finds my clit, playing with the piercing in my hood, my head falls back as a throaty moan rolls out of me. With my eyes fluttering from the sheer pleasure of it all, I bring my gaze back down and realize I can see everything happening in our reflection in the mirror. A thrill courses through me—I never knew I’d be into something like this, but holy fuck.

I can see his jaw working as he forces his tongue into me, lighting me up from the inside out as I squirm a little. I could come just like this, watching him feast on me in the mirror. But as if he can sense that I’m already getting close, he slides his tongue out of me abruptly and comes up for air, looking at me with such a ravenous expression that I feel like I’m going to turn to pure fire in his arms. His tongue traces a slow path across his lips, licking away the slickness that’s glistening on them, and he lets out a long, low groan at the taste of it.

“Fuck, I could drown in you and die happy,” he says, his voice low and thick with arousal.

It makes my back arch, pressing my pussy into his face, and he laps at me hungrily, sliding his tongue up and down my slit and teasing my entrance with the tip. Between the breath-stealing pleasure he’s giving me and the way he’s holding me, I feel weightless, like I could float away at any moment.

While I’m still completely lost in the pleasure, he starts moving, and my body jerks along with him. I let out a small gasp of surprise, still clutching his neck for stability. I don’t know how he does it without being able to see clearly, but he carefully puts one foot in front of the other to carry me out of the bathroom, making sure not to bump my head on the door frame.

“I need more. I need all of you,” he growls. “Need to spread you out and take my time.”

He steals another lick from my pussy, making me suck in a sharp breath of surprise.

At this point, he could do anything he wanted to me, and I wouldn’t object. He has me in the palms of his hands, literally and figuratively, and there’s not a single place on earth I’d rather be.

“Take whatever you want. I’m yours,” I whisper.

The words sound like they come from someone else, almost like I’m hearing them from outside myself. But that’s exactly how I know they’re some of the most honest words I’ve ever spoken to Declan or anyone else. My walls are down and so are my inhibitions, and I want him to take advantage of that. To take advantage of me.

“Be careful what you wish for, hummingbird,” he whispers against my flesh, the vibrations of his voice sending shockwaves through me.

He gently carries me down the hall to my bedroom, where he lays me down on my back before shoving my legs apart with the kind of force of a man who knows he’s in control. With his face flushed and his tongue darting out to wet his lips, he groans and kneels between my legs.

“Much better. I need to lay you out properly so I can feast.”

Feast.

That word sends heat surging through me, the warmth spreading through my limbs chased by goosebumps. He isn’t just going to eat me out, he’s going to make it a full meal—and I’m the only thing on the menu.

“Please,” I whimper, arching toward him. “Make me come, Declan. Fuck…”

Gripping my thighs to hold them open, he smirks and slowly lowers his head between my legs. I feel each of his breaths gusting over my skin, and when his tongue finds my clit again, something inside me snaps, making me cry out loudly.

“Your pussy is fucking perfect,” he murmurs against me between flicks of his tongue, “so wet and sweet for me.”

He works me closer and closer to the edge, following my cues as I arch beneath him and tug at his hair. But he’s so in tune with my body that he seems to know just when to stop to keep me from flying right off the cliff, and he switches up his techniques every few minutes, keeping me guessing about what’s coming next.

Eventually, I get so worked up that it doesn’t matter what he does anymore. My toes curl and my head falls back as I feel my entire body start to clench—but just as I’m about to fall apart, he pulls his head back and glances at the clock on my nightstand.

“Oops, we’re out of time. We’d better get moving.”

I make a startled noise, then lift my head to blink at him in shock. “What? Are you serious?”

“Yes. I’m sure you don’t want to be late for this thing.” He smirks, his lips still glistening with my arousal. “It’s important to be punctual, right?”

I stare at him, my mind reeling as echoes of the pleasure he was just giving me continue coursing through me and my brain tries to make sense of what’s happening.

“You can’t just… leave me hanging like this,” I protest, my voice breathy with need.

The smirk on his face shifts to an exaggerated look of mock seriousness, although his eyes glint with heated amusement.

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