Page 72 of Lady and the Hitman
His tongue worked with ruthless precision—slow at first, then firmer, more focused, as if he’d memorized me. As if this was a language only he spoke.
I couldn’t stop the sounds spilling from my throat. Soft, breathless, breaking.
And when his mouth closed over my clit, when he sucked gently and moaned like the taste of me wrecked him?—
I shattered.
Hard. Loud. Completely.
But he didn’t stop.
Because he hadn’t had enough.
And neither had I.
The flat of his tongue dragged up my center, then circled back down, teasing me with a patience that bordered on cruelty. I arched against him, hips lifting off the towel, seeking more, needing it. But he held me in place with one strong arm flung across my thighs, keeping me grounded while he took his time.
Every stroke made me more raw. More undone.
He traced lazy patterns against my clit, then sucked gently, then harder—drawing out a cry that punched straight from my gut. He groaned like the taste of me was something he’d craved for years. Like he was angry he hadn’t had it sooner.
I clutched at the towel beneath me, then gave up and sank my hands into his hair instead. It was thick and damp and soft at the ends. My fingers tightened instinctively, anchoring myself to him like I might float away without something to hold.
And still—he didn’t stop.
He slid one thick finger inside me. Then another.
I shattered a little.
He curled them just right, hitting something inside that made me gasp, then sob, then grind helplessly against his mouth. I couldn’t be quiet. I didn’t want to. The beach was open. Wild. Unforgiving. But it didn’t matter. Nothing did, but him.
I was trembling.
Moaning.
Desperate.
Each wave of pleasure crested higher than the last, until I was riding a tide I couldn’t control. My thighs shook. My belly clenched. Every nerve felt sunlit and exposed, sizzling with want.
“Ronan—please—” I begged, not even sure what I was asking for.
Release? More? Everything?
He didn’t answer.
He just buried his face deeper and kept going.
Until I broke again.
Until I came so hard I forgot where we were. Who I was. Until my vision went white behind my eyes and the only thing tethering me to earth was the sound of his breath against my skin and the weight of his name in my mouth.
When the climax crashed over me, it wasn’t gentle. It was savage. All teeth and heat and helpless surrender.
And still—he didn’t stop.
He drew out every last ripple, licked up every aftershock like it belonged to him. Like I did.
And I did.
