Page 77 of Where Broken Wings Fly

“Well, that simply won’t do. I’m dying to watch you fall apart with my tongue buried inside you.” He tugs my waist. “Come and ride my face.”

“You want me to do what?”

Zach snickers. “There’s that blush again. Come on, babe. Bring your cunt to me.”

Wracked by uncertainty, I let him guide my hips upwards. With a leg spread either side of his head, he pulls my core closer to his face until I’m splayed out over his head.

The moment his mouth meets my folds, I forget my insecurities. Strange new sensations wash over me with each stroke of his tongue, sparking nerves I had no idea existed until now. This is the first time a man has ever pleasured me.

He hungrily laps at my core like he’s tucking into a five-star meal. With his hands still engulfing my waist, he encourages me to move, shifting back and forth in a slow undulation. Each shift of my hips rocks me against his face.

A sense of pressure begins to unfurl inside of me. It begins as a slow burn, like the first wisps of curling smoke rising from a bonfire. When his thumb moves to circle the tight bundle of nerves I’ve only ever touched myself, the feeling triples.

“You taste like fucking heaven.” He comes up for air. “More, babe. I want you to fuck yourself against my face. You can do it.”

Releasing my hip, he lets me take the reins. I copy the movements he showed me, lifting my hips and rocking backwards to spear his tongue deeper into my slit.

“Oh, God,” I moan.

His thumb keeps circling, toying with my nub and building the pressure deep inside me until it feels like I’m going to explode. I never thought it was possible to get so much pleasure from someone else’s tongue.

Head thrown back, I cry out his name when the feeling reaches its pinnacle. Zach’s still lavishing my core, the graze of his teeth against my clit pushing me over the edge.

“Perfect. That’s it, Willow.”

Fireworks explode beneath my skin, over and over. With a final lick of his tongue, Zach ceases his slow torture and watches me ride out the waves of bliss. This is the first time a man has made me orgasm.

I wonder what he’d think if he knew.

Something tells me Zach would love that.

Floating on a cloud, I come back down to earth as he repositions me so I’m straddling his waist again. He sits up, glistening moisture scored across his mouth. The son of a bitch looks far too pleased with himself.

“That was a hell of a sight,” he says gruffly.

Panting hard, I watch his tongue dart out to clean my come from his lips. He licks up every last drop with enthusiasm, the evil glint in his eye betraying his satisfaction.

“Now I’m back in the lead.”

“What?” I groan.

His chest vibrates with a chuckle. “Micah isn’t the best twin after all. I’ll happily beat him again by making you come all fucking day long.”

“Zach! This isn’t a competition.”

“Of course, it is. One that I intend to win.”

CHAPTER 16

WILLOW

SAD DAYS - PRESENCE

Surveying the windswept town, tears prick my eyes. Several of the huge, hand-carved wooden cabins have broken windows or damaged roofs. It’s the same story across the whole of Briar Valley after three days of bad weather.

Gardens are trashed, picnic benches upturned, and trees have been uprooted. That’s just the superficial stuff. Yet nobody looks sad or has dared to shed a tear. They’re helping each other clean up and figure out what needs to be done.

“This is terrible.”

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