Page 48 of His Scarlette Obsession
This...
His tongue.
His fingers.
Together.
It’s too much.
Way too much.
“I can’t—” I gasp, my whole body pulled taut as a bowstring.
“You can,” he taunts.
“L-Lykan—”
“Come for me,” he orders. “Now.”
And I do, of course.
My husband orders, and my body obeys, with the final stroke of his tongue sending me flying over the edge, and all I can do is cry and cry out.
“L-Lykan...”
My whole body shakes and I’m probably pulling his hair but he doesn’t seem to care. Doesn’t even stop until I’m boneless and panting, aftershocks still rippling through me.
When Lykan finally lifts his head, I’m staring down at him with dazed eyes, my lips parted as I struggle to catch my breath.
His mouth is wet from me, his hair disheveled from my hands, and the look of pure male satisfaction on his face...
Oh...oh my goodness.
I only start coming back to my senses when the limo slows down, and I realize in panic that we’ve arrived at the airport...while my panties are still on the floor, and oh my gosh, Icannotgo out like this!
“Lykan—” I’m really freaking out now. “I must look—”
“Perfect.”
“Uh no, I—”
I...
I forget what I’m saying, with Lykan grabbing a fistful of my hair as he pulls me close for a deep, toe-curling kiss, and when he finally lifts his head, I’m once again breathless, restless, and mindless.
What was I worried about again?
Ten minutes earlier
Sharasa’s royal jet is...
Unbelievable.
I mean, Air Force One is one of my favorite comfort movies, so this...
This is just...
Is there any word that conveys more shock than ‘unbelievable’?
