Page 117 of Spearcrest Knight

Then his mouth is on mine, wet and hot. His uninjured arm traces down my hip and over my leg. His fingers tangle through the fishnet, his nails scratch at the sensitive skin of my thighs. I suppress a shudder and curl my arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

His kisses move from my mouth to my neck. There’s no biting this time, only playful nips and lingering kisses. He takes the hem of my skirt and pulls it up. I’m wearing plain black underwear underneath my fishnet tights, but based on his reaction, I might as well have been wearing the most erotic lingerie.

He bunches my dress around my waist and trails kisses over the plain of my stomach. Shudders ripple through me, the muscles of my stomach twitching under his lips. He lets out a low laugh against the skin of my belly. He slides down, kissing my hips and thighs through my tights until I’m gasping and shivering underneath him, until I’m writhing with impatience.

But there’s no sense of urgency to anything he does. He closes his mouth on my inner thigh and sucks lightly, sending a shock of arousal through me.

“Come on, Evan,” I finally bite out.

He looks up through his golden curls. They’re almost silver in the dim emergency light. With a slow smile, he shows me his injured hand, cocking an eyebrow. I take the hint. Scrambling to pull on the waistbands of my tights and boxers, I drag them off me, kicking them away from me.

But he doesn’t do anything. He gazes at me, hands slowly tracing up my leg, fingers feather-light. I shift my hips restlessly, troubled by the intensity of his gaze.

“I’m not going to beg,” I say finally, glaring at him.

“Are you sure?”

He’s grinning, but he settles himself between my legs. I think this might be my favourite sight in the world: that drop-dead gorgeous face framed by my thighs. The muscles in my legs and belly twitch with anticipation, but Evan is unhurried. He kisses my stomach, my hips, my thighs. He nips at the sensitive flesh and soothes it with his tongue. He kisses me until I’m lifting my hips off the bed without realising, my core tight and pulsing.

When he finally lowers his mouth on me I let out a shuddering sigh.

His soft lips and gentle tongue caress me, teasing me open like an unfurling flower. He licks me slowly, intently, as though he’s exploring me, tasting me. Every nerve in my body is exposed and alive with electricity. I’m both shaking uncontrollably and holding myself completely still, as if I’m suspended on a tightrope of pleasure.

He pauses, looking up at me.

Meeting his gaze when I’m this vulnerable and exposed, this raw with want, when his lips shine with my wetness, is almost unbearable. I reach down to cover his eyes, to block out his gaze, but he pushes my hand away gently.

“Let me look at you.” His voice is low and rough. “You’re so fucking hot, Sophie. I could come just looking at you. Fuck.”

He closes his mouth on my clit, kissing it, flicking it with his tongue. I gasp and quickly cover my mouth, but Evan reaches for my hand, pulls it away.

“No. I wanna hear you.” He speaks against me, his voice vibrating through me. “I wanna hear every moan, every cry.”

I’m hot with embarrassment and pleasure. In spite of everything we’ve done before, it’s never felt like this. It’s never felt this real, this intimate. Everything he says brings me closer to the edge.

But he’s relentless.

He builds a slow, torturous rhythm with his tongue. Then there’s a push, and his fingers slide inside me. I tighten around him, a whimper escaping my lips. My senses are overwhelmed—I’m not even trying to stop my hips from writhing, seeking more, wanting more, needing more.

Evan’s tongue becomes firmer, faster. The rhythm builds, the pleasure heightened by the sensation of his fingers inside me. My back arches off the bed, the tightrope of pleasure shudders, trembles. I feel myself fall, I open my mouth in a silent scream.

I come so hard my vision goes dark. My hips buck uncontrollably against Evan’s mouth as I ride out my orgasm against his tongue. I pulse uncontrollably around his fingers. My thighs are shaking, out of control.

When I slump back onto the bed, I look up to see Evan wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. An expression of feral hunger is in his eyes. He unbuckles his trousers, pulling out his impressive dick—the dick I hate and yet can’t seem to get enough of.

He rubs the head of it against me. Coating it in my juices, he rubs it against my oversensitive clit, drawing a hoarse cry out of me. He smiles at the sound, a cruel smirk. “You like that, Sutton? Does it feel good?”

I glare at him. His cock in his fist, he slides it down my wet pussy, pressing against my entrance. “Or is this what you want?”

He waits, tilts his head.

“Answer me.”

“Yes,” I choke out. “I want it.”

He tilts his head. “What do you want?”

“I want you. I want… I want your cock inside me.Please.”

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