Page 187 of Lana Pecherczyk
The sight of him—proud, powerful, and offering himself sent a fresh wave of need beneath her skin. Her windways suddenly felt heavy, the fabric a cinderblock pulling her down. Her blouse was an irritant, suffocating her.
She planted a foot on his chest, forcing him back against the wall.
“Take it off,” she ordered, glancing at her boot dripping colorful mud on his stomach.
His gaze dropped, then lifted to meet hers. “This is my punishment?”
“Shut up.” She applied more pressure with her boot. “You don’t get to talk right now. Do as I say.”
Never had she seen laces undone so quickly. He tossed her boots beyond the waterfall, likely over the ledge entirely. Then he sat back, arms resuming their sprawled position, eyes gleaming with an intensity that both challenged and worshipped her.
How could he look at her with such devotion, flood her with it through their bond, and not say it? Canting her head, she studied him. He mentioned punishment.
Sometimes I can’t share what’s bothering me.
Was this another one of those moments?
She peeled the soaked silk top from her skin, every nerve ending hypersensitive as fabric dragged across her hardened nipples. River’s sharp intake of breath sent a spike of satisfaction through her core.
His hungry gaze tracked her movement as she worked the knots of her windways. Undone, the volumes slid down her legs to float in the pool. His arms twitched as if the effort to remain still was too much. Yet still he waited for instructions. For permission.
“Blake—”
“I said no talking.”
His jaw clicked shut.
“And no touching with your hands.”
His lips curved wickedly. She waded closer until she stood between his spread thighs. Holding her balance on his head, she lifted her foot and slid it onto the mossy edge beside his waist, exposing herself directly at his eye level.
River’s eyes turned molten as she parted her pussy lips.
“Show me how sorry you are.” Her command came out breathless. “Use that clever mouth and make me forget that you let me walk away. Make me forget the things you’re not saying. Earn it.”
Blue eyes flashed, dark, defiant, aroused, reverent. River leaned forward, slowly closing the gap. Just as his breath ghosted her sensitive flesh, he stuck out his pink tongue and stopped. He lifted his gaze to hers—checking to see if she watched—and then licked a slow, deliberate path through her center without breaking eye contact.
Sweet. Fucking. Christ.
Hot pleasure exploded from his touch. She bit back a moan, hips instinctively rocking forward. Another teasing lap, mapping her shape, learning her taste. He licked again, slower, deliberate,pressure firmer, making little sounds of satisfaction, savoring her like a delicacy.
“More,” she gasped, fingers tightening in his hair.
He obeyed and closed his mouth over her clit. He suckled her sensitive bud, fluttering it, teeth grazing with a maddening tease.
“Faster,” she groaned. “Harder.”
She felt him grin against her flesh before he leisurely pushed his tongue deep inside, mimicking the slow thrust of a cock. He gave her just enough friction for a maddening electric pleasure that went nowhere.
“River—please,” she sobbed, sanity fraying.
“Please,what, Sparkles?” His deep voice vibrated, dark with satisfaction. “Beg properly. Tell me what my good little rainbow mouse needs.”
“Fuck you,” she managed, the words dissolving into a gasp as his tongue found that exquisite spot again.
“Not yet.” His smirk pressed against her flesh as he renewed his assault, tongue circling, flicking, building her higher. “Haven’t made me earn it yet.”
Fury pierced through her haze of pleasure.
