Page 121 of A Lab Rat's Guide to Fated Love
“No. Please… more.”
Her bra joined their discarded shirts on the floor, and then his hands were roaming all over her, grazing, kneading, remembering. He pressed kisses into her neck, leaving fiery wet trails everywhere he went. He was drinking her in, and yet she was the one getting drunk.
“More?” he breathed, dipping lower along her clavicle.
“Yes.”
Vir obliged, and she gasped at the feel of his mouth on her breast, squirming when his tongue grazed against the nipple. He took his time before moving to the other one, making her shudder.
“Nori…” When he noticed her looking at the pronounced bulge down his pants, his expression turned somber. “More?”
“More.” Leaning against the counter for support, Nori pulled his face back to hers. She reveled in the low hum that rose in his throat, while her hands fluttered like moths all over his skin.
Vir drew back with a groan to regard her with half-drunken eyes that were also half-crazy. They dragged over her with pupils so dark it made her giddy knowing thatshewas responsible. That the hunger in his gaze was forher.
He smirked before his head dipped down to her collarbone again, only to scorch a fresh trail as he made his way to her breast once more. He lightly nibbled on the hardened tip this time, and his tongue immediately darted over it, making her legs go weak. She dug her nails into his shoulders as he kept going. Kissing, nipping, soothing. The underside of her breasts, her ribs, a gentler lingering at the scar on her belly.
He stuck his thumbs under the elastic of her pants and paused. And before he could ask her again, Nori hooked her own thumbs in to pull them off before flinging them on top of the growing pile nearby.
“Look at me,” Vir said, kneeling in front of her. Her eyes met his, and he sought permissionagainbefore he placed his hands on her thighs. A split second later, he chuckled nervously. “I know we should have discussed this a bit earlier but… Would you prefer I continue asking before every move, or… do you want me to shut up?”
Right. Of course, he’d picked up on her growing impatience.
But she also knew what he was doing. And it made her hot. And it made her melt. And it made her fall impossibly more for him than she’d ever thought she could.
“Did you read up on trauma informed intimacy?”
“I… took a course.” He ducked his head sheepishly. “It was a long time ago.”
She gave him a watery smile. “I don’t mind,” she replied to his earlier question. “It’s also kind of hot, but… Right now… I’m starving, Vir.” She blushed, watching his lopsided grin as it formed at her words. He knew it wasn’t food she was starving for.
“Noted. Less words, more tongue.”
Nori laughed. And slowly, without breaking eye contact, Vir pried her thighs apart.
“Oh!” She grabbed the edge of the counter for support as her legs turned into noodles when his tongue pressed into the crease behind her knee. “Fuck.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He tilted his head in a mock bow before—another kiss. Another sneaky graze of tongue.
It wasn’t long before her noodle legs had turned irrevocably mushy while the rest of her burned with need.
“Stop teasing,” she groaned.
“I’m not teasing,” he whispered with his mouth so close to her feverish core, she could feel his breath caress her with each syllable. “I want to taste you.”
It wasn’t a question, but a tiny nod was all she could manage before the tip of his tongue darted out to brush against her clit. While his eyes still held hers. It was just a graze, but it made her jump and grip the counter behind her tighter. She watchedhimshudder, right before his gaze lowered to linger between her legs. And then he was devouring her.
He kissed, licked, drank her in, driving her crazy, and making sure she couldn’t hold a single coherent thought in her brain. His subtle intermittent groans mixed with all the sounds she couldn’t believe were coming out of her own mouth while her knees shook.
“Fuck, Nori,” Virpurred, right before he lifted one of her legs and hooked it over his shoulder. “You taste. So. Good,” he added as his mouth worked on her, like a man starved.
His eyes lifted to meet hers, and ever so slowly, without breaking eye contact, he slid a single finger inside her. He said words. She nodded. And he was tasting her again.
His finger curved to hit a spot that made her muscles clench and spasm. “Ah, here,” he said, then added another one.
He did the thing again, making her eyes rolled back in her head, and he had to catch her as her legs gave out with her release. He cradled her molten form in his arms, his fingers still moving inside her, teasing and wringing the last bits of sanity out of her.
“Stop. Vir.Fuck. Stop,” she panted, pressing her face into his chest. Coffee and pine and an earthy musk—the scent of him filled her lungs, intoxicating,soothing, and leaving her breathless all at once. How could she have ever forgotten this? Forgottenhim?
