Page 61 of Beautifully Shattered
“I actually don’t know.”
“Well, if you’re game, we could try and find out.”
“I still have a… graze down there.”
I cringe because, fuck that sounds brutal.
“Is it on your clit?” I ask, having no fucking clue about that stuff, and she shakes her head.
“No… It’s right… inside.”
Fucking hell. If any bloke thinks he is the more superior sex, then he needs his head checked.
A woman can grow a life inside her and then push it out through a tight channel and survive all the pain and trauma that comes with it. As far as I’m concerned, women are the strongest species on this damn planet.
“I only need to touch the outside, Angel. Your sensitive little bean.” I smirk, and her cheeks flush red.
“I’m bleeding.”
“Nothing wrong with blood. That’s actually a kink well known in motorcycle clubs. Ever see any of my brothers wearing a red wings patch on their cut?”
Her brows shoot up. “You’re not serious?”
“Deadly, Angel. But tonight, given everything, I’ll just use my fingers. How’s that sound?”
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I’m lost for words, because since… Bobbi… I’ve felt only a few emotions. Fury, grief, and numbness. But now… now for the first time since Bobbi, I feel hot, achy in all the right places, and I’m desperate for Ringo to touch me, even if I don’t know if it’s right.
The press of Ringo’s fingers to my clit has me jerking, and in an instant, I forget everything but him, me and where he’s touching me.
“I fucking love the way your body responds to mine,” Ringo rasps, leaning in, his lips ghosting over mine. “And this little button here,” he circles my clit, robbing my brain of every coherent thought, sending electrified heat straight between my legs. “It’s all mine. To touch. To lick. Tosuck.”
My hips thrust forward, my lids falling shut as his words flood my mind with images that ignite my arousal into an inferno that onlyhecan tame.
Then he kisses me.
I moan into his mouth as he parts my lips with his tongue, leaning back against the tiled wall, completely forgetting that we’re cramped in a tiny shower. Forgettingeverythingexcept the way he makes me feel.
His kiss is gentle yet devouring, much like his fingers, quickly pushing me higher. It feels so good, heat licking over my skin as I writhe under his touch. I surge my hips forward, getting lost in the pleasure as it draws closer to that edge that usually has me tipping over. Only this time, I can’t quite get there.
Shit. It’s just there. Why can’t I…
I suck on his tongue, a desperate yearning inside me now, chasing that intoxicating feeling like a crack whore ready for her next hit.
‘Come on. Take me there!’I scream in my head at my own stupid self, the sensation of ecstasy climbing but staying out of reach.
I whimper, tearing my lips from his, letting my head fall back against the wall, and refusing to open my eyes, too scared I’ll see disappointment in his.
But then I feel him shift, and my eyes spring open, finding him kneeling awkwardly on the floor.
“What are you doing?”
“Whatever I have to do to bring you pleasure, Angel,” he rasps, his lust-drunk gaze burning into me. Then his eyes drop to my breasts.
Given my short height in comparison to him, his lips are level with my nipples, and he lets out a hungry growl before leaning in and flicking his tongue over one very tight, needy peak.
I gasp, and his eyes flick up to mine like he’s checking if I’m okay with what he’s doing. When I don’t say anything, he does it again, this time, his fingers return to my clit.
