Page 65 of Lost Touch

It echoed in me, setting up shop somewhere south of my navel: a tight, heavy clench of muscles I hadn’t even known I possessed until Drew started fucking me. My skin flushed from my face and down my chest, hot and wanting.

And then I felt my cock. Not hard, but…eager. Making itself known.

A startled, high-pitched moan burst out of me, and Drew froze, his lips less than an inch from mine.

“Ash? What did I do?” The heat of his breath on my mouth felt like nothing I could remember, sending tingles of sensation down every nerve.

What if…what…I needed more, I needed him, Iwantedwith every cell in my body.

“Kiss me,” I gasped. “Kiss me, please, kiss—”

Drew’s mouth covered mine, hot and sweet and demanding, his tongue slipping inside to tease me.

The pleasure of it, fuck, thepleasureof it, rolled through me like a tidal wave, sweeping everything else away. The moans that came out of me sounded more like pain, high, keening wails half-smothered by Drew’s frantic, devouring kisses.

His weight on me had never felt like this, all-consuming and setting every nerve alight wherever he touched me, the constriction of his arms making me shiver and shake, the press of his cock enough to have me spreading my legs, desperate to have him inside me.

“Fuck, Ash,” he groaned, moving down to kiss my neck—more fireworks going off, my blood pounding in my veins.

Every stroke of his lips, every flick of his tongue. Too much, and never enough, and I arched up into him, begging wordlessly.

And begging aloud, I realized, a litany of pleas and whimpers.

Drew tore the bedding away and bared me to his touch. Strong hands pushed my thighs apart, hot as brands.

When Drew’s even hotter mouth surrounded my cock, I nearly levitated off the bed.

It felt good.

Down to my bones, which I thought he might suck out through the end of my cock the way he took me into his throat as if he were starving for it.

“Drew,” I gasped, “Drew, I can feel it, please don’t stop, God, don’t stop…”

And of course he stopped, letting my half-hard cock out of his mouth with a wet, obscene sound that made me shudder and moan and bury my fingers in his hair hard enough to hurt.

He grinned up at me, sharp and bright, eyes alight with more than his alpha magic.

With a magic that couldn’t be defined by any warlock alive.

God, he was so fucking gorgeous, those wonderful eyes and full lips, a little reddened from kisses and from having my cock between them, the fall of his dark hair and the strength of his features. Broad shoulders framed by my spread knees, his body all banked power and overwhelming force ready to bend me to his will.

I’d never desired anything as much as being bent to his will.

“The way you’re looking at me…” He ducked down and kissed my inner thigh, letting his mouth linger. “You make me want to eat you alive.”

“I told you not to stop.”

Another grin, this one bordering on feral. “Oh, I’m not fucking planning on stopping,” he growled, and bent his head again.

My eyes fell shut in anticipation of that incredible tight suction on my cock again.

And then popped open as he bypassed that completely, nuzzling my balls and then licking…behind them, oh God, he had his tongue on my hole.

Even if I’d remembered everything that had come before, it wouldn’t have mattered.

I knew I’d never felt anything like this. Drew held me open and teased into me with his tongue, revealing secrets I’d never known I had to hide. Tugging on his hair only spurred him on, and he groaned into me, the vibrations thrumming into the center of me and making me shake and spread myself for him, wanton and desperate.

My skin had gone tight, my body compressing and twisting and too much to be held in, while he worked me over with lashes of his tongue, pressing inside and toying with me, playing with every bit of too-sensitive flesh.

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