Page 98 of Pretty Poisoned

"Declan—"

He grabs me by my arm and pulls me inside, letting the door close behind us, and backs me into the room until my legs hit the bed.

"Are you going to tell me you don't want me, Teagan?" he asks, pulling his own shirt over his head.

I swallow hard, my reply barely comes out a whisper. "No."

"Take off your clothes," he says. "All of them."

He crosses his arms in front of him and waits, watching me. I step out of my boots and pull my sweatshirt over my head.

"You're moving too slowly," he says as I pull my jeans over my hips. "Are you nervous?"

I know that; I'm aware. "Yes. You're unnerving. And it's different."

He reaches behind my back and unhooks my bra, pulling it down my arms, then pushes me back on the bed. He pulls my underwear down my legs and over my feet and then moves on top of me.

"You mean sober, in the light of day, with no one else here as a buffer—it's different."

"Yes."

He pushes his fingers inside of me. I gasp, and my hips lift off the mattress.

"Well, your body seems okay with it," Declan says. "Your pussy is soaked. I can't fucking wait to taste it."

He closes the space between my mouth and his, stopping just a couple of inches short. "You can't scratch me like you do to him," Declan says. "Not even a little bit."

I don't tell him I know that already. "Okay."

"I'll pull all of your nails out with pliers if you do. Got it?"

"Yeah…I got it."

He licks his lips before diving into mine, fucking me with his fingers while he devours me. His mouth moves down my throat, licking and sucking, then drops to my chest.

"Your body is so fucking perfect, Teagan," he says. "You have no idea how long I've wanted this."

He runs his hand over my tits, gentle with the side his brother carved his initial into first, and then not so gentle on the other, sucking the nipple into his mouth. His thumb finds my clit while he fingers me. I moan, quickly taking my hands off of his body because I'm afraid I will scratch him.

"Declan…please, just fuck me."

"Not yet, sweetheart," he says. He licks me down my center until his mouth is just above my slit, then spreads me with his fingers before his tongue runs over me.

I grip the comforter in my fists as he licks every fucking centimeter of my dripping wet pussy, up and down slowly, and then thrusts his fucking tongue inside me and moans.

Hemoans.

I'm about to fucking lose it, whimpering and squirming against him.

He replaces his tongue with two fingers again, and his mouth closes over my clit—kissing me, rolling it between his lips before sucking it into his mouth.

"Oh, fuck…Declan…"

Then, I'm rolling my hips against his face. I've fought the urge for minutes, and I fucking lose now. One of my hands grips hishair while I ride his mouth and fingers, digging my heels into the mattress as he takes me over the fucking edge.

"Declan, I'm gonna…"

But the pressure of that tongue rolling my clit, up and down, back and forth, is too much. I don't get the words out before I'm coming on his face, shuddering as the orgasm rolls through me. The high-pitched scream that comes out of me while I come is something new, and if I were anything except a wet, shaking mess of limbs right now, I might be embarrassed. I let go of his hair and fall back on the mattress, unable to speak.

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