Page 84 of Left-Hand Larceny

I drag my hand over the folds of her center. She’s dripping over my fingers, wetter than I imagined possible. Wet enough to take me. Thankfokk. Her hips arch again, and I find her clit, circling once, twice, before pinching it between my thumb and forefinger.

The sound she makes is a strangled moan mixed with a gasp. More moisture coats my hand.

I push her hair back, eyes dragging down her body. “You’re p-perfect.”

Her cheeks flush and she bites her lip again—always biting that damn lip.

I run my palms up her thighs, slow and steady, watching her shiver. Her underwear’s on the floor, discarded without ceremony after I peeled it down her legs and made her gasp with the first press of my fingers. I haven’t made her come yet. I want to wreck her. I need to.

Thoroughly.

Irrevocably.

Completely.

One night. But she’s going to think of me when she comes for the rest of eternity. I guarantee it.

I settle between her legs and glance up. My shoulders are wider than her hips and I lift one of her thighs over my shoulder, making room for myself while keeping her as comfortable as my size allows. “Okay?”

She breathes it out. “Yes.”

Her voice is hoarse. Wrecked already.

I place a kiss just above her knee. “If you w-want me to s-s-stop, you say it.”

She nods, but I shake my head.

“No, Sadie. S-say it.”

“If I want you to stop, I’ll tell you,” she whispers.

“Good girl.”

That earns me the tiniest whimper.

I press a kiss to her pubic bone. She’s shaved bare and her skin is slick and smooth under my lips. She shifts her hips and I smile into her skin.

“You d-don’t h-have to stay still,” I say as I kiss the crease of her thigh. “B-but you don’t guide. You d-don’t help. You just feel. Let g-go. Let m-me do this for you.”

She nods again, breath catching. Her thighs try to close when I blow gently across her slick folds, but I hold her open with my hands, spreading her for me.

“So beautiful,” I murmur. “All of you. Every inch.”

And then I lower my mouth to her.

She jerks the moment my tongue touches her. I groan softly into her, loving how responsive she is—how honest. Her taste is dizzying. Hot and clean and hers. She moans when I flick gently over her clit, then again when I seal my mouth around it and suck.

“Ragnar—” It’s a whisper, a warning, a plea.

“I’ve got you,” I say against her. “You’re safe.”

She lets out a shattered sound, and her legs tremble against my shoulders.

I work her slowly at first. Licking broad, deliberate strokes up her slit, taking my time to learn her. Every gasp, every twitch, every breath is a new note I memorize. I slide one hand under her ass to tilt her closer to my mouth and add pressure. My other hand slides up her belly, splayed across her skin to keep her grounded. I need a third hand. I want my fingers inside her. I want her to break them when she comes.

She’s unraveling. Her whole body vibrating. She tries to clamp her thighs around me and I growl softly, nudging her open again.

“You take this,” I murmur between licks, sucks. “You take every bit of what I give you.”

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