Page 37 of His To Erase
The bastard chuckles like this is a game and watching me unravel is the whole fucking point. I’ll have to analyze that later, when I can think clearly.
"Shh."
It’s barely a whisper. But his grip tightens, then he licks—a slow, maddening slide up my thigh that makes every nerve in my body seize like I’ve been set on fire.
"You should be watching the door, sweetheart."
His voice is dark, pure fucking arrogance, laced with something even worse—certainty. As if he knows I’m about to open my mouth and say something, he cuts off my thoughts.
"You don’t want anyone catching you like this, do you?"
Heat floods my veins, a violent mix of rage, desire, and humiliation.
I bite down on my lip, hard, pulse hammering, but even just that thought of someone walking by has my eyes snapping toward the end of the aisle and locked on the door.
A slow hum of satisfaction rolls from his chest, vibrating against my core, his tongue dragging exactly where I need it.
"Good girl."
No, fuck him. What was that, and why did my entire existence just melt for him with two words.
He keeps me pinned and helpless beneath the weight of his hands. I’m gone as soon as his tongue drags across my cunt witha slow, deliberate stroke from my clit to my entrance. It’s fucking devastating.
His grip on my thighs tightens, forcing them wider, pressing bruises into my skin as he dives back in.
No hesitation. No teasing. Just filthy, raw fucking hunger.
I gasp, dropping my head back onto who knows what. My fingers claw at the rungs of the ladder as he devours me, as his tongue laps through my arousal, circling my clit in a way that makes my knees shake.
I don’t even realize I’m grinding against his mouth until his hands slide further up, gripping my hips, pinning me down like he’s keeping me exactly where he fucking wants me.
"I knew you’d taste like this," he growls against my pussy, voice hoarse.
I whimper, hating the way heat licks through me like wildfire at his words. His tongue is punishing me for something, sending sharp, electric pleasure down my spine.
My body shudders, completely at his mercy. My eyes drift closed, as the tension builds.
"The door."
The order is a growl, low and devastating, while his fingers dig into my thighs like a warning.
I suck in a sharp breath, rage curling into something just as dark, and just as dangerous.
Without hesitation he presses one finger into my entrance, making me feel every inch of him.
Then comes the second finger, his knuckles flush against me before I even have the chance to catch my breath.
A sharp, aching stretch, as my body pulses around him, struggling to stay still.
I have no time to think. No time to fight the way my body reacts instantly, greedily, taking what he gives like it was madefor this. For the unbearable sensation of being pried open, and claimed. His touch branding me like a tattoo.
When he curls his fingers, brushing against the spot that has my breath shattering—I swear he smiles as he adds another finger.
I can only whimper—a raw sound I barely recognize as my own.
"Fuck, you’re tight."
My body clenches around him, involuntary and desperate. I need more friction.
