Page 56 of Embers in Autumn
She shivered, biting her lip. “Dean…”
I pulled back just long enough to look her in the eye, my voice dropping low and filthy. “Tell me, baby. You want me to fuck you slow, make it sweet—or do you want me to bend you over and fuck you until you forget your own name?”
Her lips parted, her voice barely more than a trembling breath. “Make me forget.”
Christ.That was it. The line that snapped whatever hold I had left.
“You have no fucking clue what you just asked for,” I growled, sliding down her body, shoving her skirt up her thighs. “But you’re about to learn.”
Her skin was hot under my hands, smooth, trembling. I hooked her legs over my shoulders and pressed a kiss to the inside of her knee, slow and teasing, before biting a little harder at her thigh. She gasped, fingers gripping the sheets.
“Dean—”
“Shh,” I murmured, dragging my mouth higher. “I told you I was starving. And I’m not stopping until you’re shaking so hard you can’t even say my name.”
Then I buried my face between her legs.
Her taste hit me like sin and salvation all at once. I licked slow at first, savoring every inch, then sucked her clit hard enough to make her cry out. Her hips bucked, and I held her down, groaning into her like I could live on nothing but this.
“That’s it,” I rasped between strokes, my tongue relentless. “So fucking sweet. You’re perfect, Amber. You hear me? Perfect.”
She whimpered, her hands tangling in my hair, tugging,pushing, not sure if she wanted to pull me away or hold me there forever. I pressed two fingers into her, curling just right, and her moan tore through the air like music.
“Fuck yes,” I snarled, lips wet against her. “Squeeze me like that. Goddamn, you’re so tight. This pussy was made for me.”
Her back arched, thighs trembling against my shoulders, and I doubled down, tongue flicking faster, fingers driving deeper. The sounds she made—breathy, desperate, breaking—pushed me over the edge of sanity.
“Come for me, Amber,” I demanded, pulling back just enough to let my words hit her. “Come all over my fucking mouth. Make a mess of me.”
Her cry echoed through the room as her body clenched, pulsing around my fingers, thighs shaking against my head. I groaned into her, licking her through every wave, tasting every drop like it was the only thing I’d ever need.
By the time she collapsed back on the bed, panting, trembling, her hair a wild halo around her flushed face, I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and crawled up her body, kissing her hard, letting her taste herself on my lips.
“You,” I whispered against her mouth, my cock straining painfully against her, “are never going to forget this.”
And from the look in her eyes—dazed, hungry, already pulling me closer—I knew she wouldn’t.
Her body was still trembling under me, her chest rising and falling in frantic rhythm, when I pulled back just enough to look at her. Her lips were swollen from my kiss, her eyes glassy with pleasure, and she looked wrecked already. Wrecked and perfect.
But she’d asked me to make her forget. And I wasn’t done. Not even close.
“Flip over,” I ordered, my voice low and guttural.
Her eyes widened, but she obeyed, turning onto her stomach, then onto her hands and knees when I nudged herthighs apart. The skirt of her dress bunched around her waist, her ass bare and waiting. I groaned, my cock throbbing almost painfully as I freed myself, pumping once, twice, just to keep from losing it too fast.
“Look at you,” I growled, running a hand down her back, gripping her hip tight enough to leave marks. “So fucking ready for me. You want it this way, baby? You want me to fuck you until you forget?”
“Yes,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “Dean, please—”
That was all I needed. I slammed into her in one hard thrust, burying myself to the hilt. She cried out, her hands clawing at the sheets, and I groaned loud, the sound ripped out of me.
“Fuck, Amber. So tight. This pussy is mine.”
I set a brutal pace, hips snapping against her ass, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. Each thrust drove her forward on the mattress, but I caught her braid in my hand and pulled her back onto me, making her take every inch.
“You feel that?” I snarled in her ear as I bent over her, teeth grazing her shoulder. “Every time I fuck you like this, it’s me reminding you—you’re mine now. No more thinking about him. No more hurting. Just me, filling you up, making you forget every goddamn thing but how good I make you feel.”
Her moans were wrecked, high and broken, her body tightening around me with every thrust. I slid a hand down, finding her clit, circling it hard and fast while I pounded into her.
