Page 33 of One Spicy Summer

I crawl onto the bed, stalking toward her like a lion toward his prey.

“You’re mine,” I growl, voice edged with possession. “Do you understand?”

She smirks, bold and unbothered. “Prove it,” she challenges, her voice a sultry dare.

Gladly.

I grab her ankles and tug her closer, planting kisses along her legs, nipping gently at the tender skin of her inner thighs. She shudders beneath me, and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

When I finally reach her center, I don’t hesitate. I part her with my fingers and give her a slow, deliberate lick.

She bucks up against me, a cry tearing from her throat.

“Be still,” I warn, flashing her a wicked smile. "Pink’s officially my new favorite color."

I feast on her, slow at first, then faster, alternating between sucking, nibbling, and swirling my tongue around her clit.

“Rygaard!” she cries, grinding into my mouth. “I, I think I’m going to come.”

“Good,” I murmur against her. “I want you dripping for me.”

Her fingers tangle in my hair, holding me to her as she rides the building wave.

"Right there, Ry, suck right there," she begs, and I do, loving the way she comes apart for me.

Moments later, her climax crashes over her. She gushes against my mouth, and I drink her down like a man dying of thirst.

“You taste better than I even imagined, Princess,” I whisper, pushing gently on her lower stomach as I lap up every drop she gives me.

“Ry! Rygaard!” she cries out, coming again, trembling so hard she has to squeeze her eyes shut.

"Yes, Princess. Give me everything."

When she finally collapses, chest heaving and flushed all over, I crawl up to meet her gaze.

Her tongue darts out to wet her swollen lips. “Ry?”

“Yes, Princess?”

“Can I... taste myself?”

Her question nearly has me jizzing in my pants.

"Of course," I say, voice gravelly.

She kneels on the bed, all flushed cheeks and wide, waiting eyes, the picture of obedience, though I see the mischief burning beneath her sweet facade.

“God, I can’t wait to make you bend to my every demand, Princess,” I murmur.

She tilts her head, smiling slyly. "And you'll be bending to mine in the process. Won't you, my good boy?"

Fuck.

I almost drop to my knees right then and there.

But not tonight.

Tonight, I’m running the show.

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