Page 229 of Fractured Devotion
He peels them off slowly, dragging the fabric down my legs, his hands rough, his fingertips leaving trails of heat.
I shiver beneath his touch.
He doesn’t rush.
He takes his time.
Exposing me.
Claiming me.
His mouth follows the path of his hands, peppering hot kisses down my thighs, his tongue teasing the sensitive skin just above my knee.
I moan softly, my body arching toward him.
“You’re beautiful like this,” he murmurs, his voice thick with lust.
Then his mouth trails back up, stopping at my cunt.
He takes a moment, staring at me, his breath hot against my soaked skin, teasing me with anticipation. I feel the weight of his gaze and the hunger in his eyes.
Then he dives in, his tongue stroking slow circles over my clit, tasting me and savoring every wet, aching part.
I let out a sharp, helpless moan, my hips bucking instinctively against his face.
He doesn’t let me escape.
He lets out a deep, satisfied growl that vibrates right through me, sending jolts of pleasure up my spine. The sound is rough and primal, and it makes me even wetter.
His hands are merciless, gripping my hips and spreading me wider for him. His fingers dig in, holding me down firmly as he devours me, every lick deep, dark, and sinful.
“Fuck,” I cry out, my voice cracking as the sensation overwhelms me.
I can barely breathe.
My fingers twist in the sheets, white-knuckled, as I grind against his mouth, desperate for more.
I can’t stop the sounds pouring from me—whimpers, gasps, and broken cries.
He groans against me, clearly loving the way I fall apart for him.
The wet, obscene sounds of his tongue sliding against me fill the room, mingling with my panting, my soft cries growing louder with every second.
“Alec,” I gasp, my body trembling, the pressure inside me coiling tighter and tighter.
He growls again, the deep rumble sparking another sharp wave of pleasure that makes my vision blur.
“Come for me,” he orders, his voice dark and commanding, his mouth never leaving me.
I shatter under his tongue, my climax ripping through me in violent, uncontrollable waves.
I scream his name, my entire body convulsing as he keeps licking me through it and coaxing every last shudder from me.
He doesn’t stop until I’m completely undone, spent, and breathless beneath him.
When he finally pulls away, his mouth glistens with my wetness, his eyes dark and heavy with satisfaction, his chest heaving from the effort.
And I know, in that moment, he loves breaking me like this.
