Page 47 of Princess of Hawthorne Prep

That first kiss when his lips settle over my core has me arching with an instinctive need to get closer.

“So fucking greedy, aren’t you?”

“Only for you,” I whisper, knowing he won’t believe me.

There will never be anyone else.

Only Austin.

Instead of responding, he attacks my delicate flesh. The velvety softness of his tongue spears deep inside my body before licking me from the top of my slit to the bottom and then back again. He circles my clit until I’m dizzy with the sensation.

When my lashes feather closed, he snaps, “Eyes on me the entire time I’m between your legs. I want you to watch me lick your pussy until you’re screaming my name and flooding my mouth with your cream. I’m the only one who will be able to make you fall apart like this.”

He doesn’t need to remind me.

I feel the truth of his words deep in my bones.

And it scares the hell out of me.

When I shift restlessly, impatient for more, his strong fingers wrap around the softness of my inner thighs to hold me firmly in place. It gives him unrestricted access to every delicate inch of me.

And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

His touch gentles as he nibbles at my clit. The muscles in my lower belly contract with need as my fingertips sink into his scalp. Just when I’m on the verge of splintering apart, he backs off, leaving me hanging as the cool air of the room wafts over my soaked flesh.

His sharp teeth sink into the plumpness of my mound and a whimper of need escapes from me. My core throbs a painful tempo that echoes harshly to the tips of my fingers and toes. I’m so damn needy for what only he can give.

If he demanded that I beg for it…

For him.

I would do it without question. I’m a slave to the feelings he rouses deep inside.

“Your pussy is so fucking perfect. And it’s mine.” There’s a pause as he lifts his head to spear me with the intensity of his heated stare. “Do you hear me?Mine.”

The last word comes out sounding more like a feral growl that vibrates through my very soul. His possessiveness has a burst of arousal flooding my core with more heat.

“Please,” I whimper, writhing beneath him.

He takes a long lap of my soaked flesh. “Please what?”

A groan slips from my lips. “Please make me come.”

He drags his tongue over my clit. “Am I the only one capable of making you feel this way?”

How is that even a question in his mind?

“Yes,” I whimper, trying to hold myself together.

His voice turns harsh. “Has anyone else ever touched you like this?”

I shake my head as the ache within continues to grow, becoming unbearable. Any moment, it’ll swallow me whole. “No. Never.”

His warm breath ghosts over me, nudging me closer to the precipice. There’s only so much of this torment I can withstand.

And if he stops or walks away…

I’ll likely die.

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