Page 71 of The Merciless Don's Bride

I let her undo each button of my shirt, her fingers trembling with anticipation. When the last one’s loose, I shrug it off and toss it aside.

Then I grip her wrists and push her gently onto the bed.

She falls back with a soft gasp, hair fanned across the pillows like a halo, if halos belonged to sinners.

I climb over her, my body caging hers in, my knees pressing between her thighs until they part for me like they were always meant to.

And fuck, the sight of her spread open beneath me damn near undoes me. Fuck I want her pussy so bad I’m like a fucking addict.

But I’m not done watching her fall apart yet.

I slide down her body, lips dragging over her skin, until I’m kneeling between her legs. I grip her thighs and spread her wider, exposing her completely. So pink and perfect, I want to slide a finger inside just to watch the way her beautiful walls cling to my finger.

“Look at you,” I murmur, staring down at her glistening pussy. “Dripping for Daddy.”

She whimpers, hips twitching.

I lean in, close enough to breathe her in, but I don’t touch. Not yet.

Instead, I blow a soft stream of air across her soaked folds and watch her squirm.

I press a kiss to her inner thigh. Then another. Then bite down, just hard enough to leave a mark. She moans, legs trying to close around me, but I hold her open.

“No,” I growl. “Keep them wide. You want me to taste you, don’t you?”

“Y-yes,” she breathes.

“Yes what?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl.”

Then I finally give her what she’s been begging for.

I slowly slide my tongue over her folds to taste her, savor her. Sweet, slick, and fucking addictive. I flick over her clit just once. Light, teasing, and she jolts.

“Fuck,” she gasps, fingers fisting in the sheets.

I keep her on edge, licking softly, then stopping. Sucking her clit into my mouth, then pulling back. Teasing her until she’s shaking, hips lifting, chasing every touch.

“You wanna come,bella?” I ask between strokes of my tongue. “You want to come all over my mouth?”

She nods desperately; words lost.

I give her one long, slow lick from her entrance to her clit, then thrust my tongue inside her. She screams, trembling. Her hands fly to my head, trying to pull me closer.

I groan against her, tongue fucking her deep, savoring the way she tastes, the way she moans my name like she will do until death do us part.

And when she’s seconds from falling apart, I pull back.

“Not yet,” I growl. “I’m not done playing with my pussy.”

She whimpers in frustration, thighs trembling.

I rise to my feet and undo my belt, letting the soft snap of leather echo between us. Her breath hitches. She knows what’s coming—but not how much it’s going to undo her.

My pants and boxers drop to the floor, and her eyes widen the second she sees me.

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