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I released his upper cock from my mouth and gave it a few long licks to make him groan before sliding my lips over the tip of his lower cock. The more I sucked on him, the sweeter he tasted, and the more I wished I had a hand free to rub my clit.
His knot proved to be extra sensitive, so I stroked it very gently. And when I put my mouth on it and sucked, Mikas nearly stumbled.
He drew away, his chest heaving and gaze heavy-lidded. “My mate…”
I reached for him and he came to me, scooping me up with one arm to move me onto the bed so he could cover my body with his.Finally.
I gripped his hair tightly, hooked my leg over his hip to pull him to me, and kissed him. “Mikas,” I murmured against his lips, “don’t make me wait anymore.”
“I do not want to wait either.” He cupped my face and stroked my cheek with his thumb. “But I worry about hurting you.”
“I don’t mind a little pain.” I leaned against the warmth of his hand and those talented fingers that had wrung so much pleasure out of me in the pool. “I’ll tell you if something doesn’t feel good, I promise. We can take it slow.”
“As difficult as that will be, we will have to.” He trailed kisses down my face and neck.
He flicked my right nipple then laved it with his tongue, making me whimper. He returned his mouth to mine to kiss me again and look into my eyes. “If I ever hurt you, even without meaning to, it would break my hearts. I would never forgive myself.”
These weren’t empty sentiments; the depth of emotion in his gaze and the tension in his body made it clear he meant every word.
After my mother died, other than with Brae, I’d had very little experience with this kind of love—the kind of love thatmeant my happiness and well-being were essential for someone else’s. I was treasured. What a revelation that feeling was.
I cupped his face. He kissed my palm. “Then let me be on top,” I said. “I will be careful.”
“I will happily let you be on top.” He moved down my body again and knelt between my knees, his hands on my thighs. “After you come for me again, that is—this time, on my tongue.”
“But…” I took a shaky breath. “I don’t think I can, not so soon.”
“Oh, I think youwill.” He settled in on his stomach and kissed my inner thighs. “Spread your legs, Isla. Show me how wet you are for me.”
My cheeks burning, I did as he asked. He cradled my legs in his arms and pulled me closer to his mouth. I gripped the bedding in my fists.
Carefully, he slipped two fingers along my lips and spread me open. I trembled in anticipation.
“So perfect,” he murmured, his tongue delving and sliding along my dripping slit. “My Isla’s flower has such sweet, slick petals. And this…little…bud…”
His mouth closed on my clit. I cried out, my hips rising so I could move against his face. He rumbled in appreciation, and that vibration made me shiver.
His fingers slid lower. They pumped into me gently and then not so gently, and I felt him spread them, stretching me a little at a time. Stretching me so I could take his cock. Hiscocks. I quivered, and my pussy and ass clenched.
“I see how much you need me,” he said, licking me from my asshole all the way up to my clit to make me wail. “You need me to fill you, my mate. You need my cock in your sweet pussy and my second cock in your ass.”
“Yes,” I gasped. “That’s what I need. I need you to fill me up.”
He rewarded me by pumping his fingers faster and returninghis lips to my clit. A delicious coil of heat rose. I moaned and pulled at the bedding.
He didn’t stop until I came on his face, and then as I wailed and pulled his hair he lapped at my pussy to drink every drop of my release.
I’d known desire and pleasure before, but I’d never felt this thoroughly wanted and desired andneeded. And I wanted and needed him too.
CHAPTER 20
ISLA
When I raised my head,he was on his knees, his eyes smoldering and his cocks dripping in earnest. I licked my lips.
“On your hands and knees, please, Isla,” he said. “Before you get on top of me, you will need more preparation.”
He helped me move because my legs were shaking so badly. And when I was on my hands and knees in front of him, he groaned and gripped my hips. “Isla…”
