Page 28 of Courting the King of Cliffs

Our tongues moved together, our bodies scooting closer, and closer, and closer, the longer the kiss went on.

His hands moved on my face, down my neck, over my shoulders, and the curve of my waist.

Mine followed the thickness of his muscles up to his hair, where I buried them in the thick, soft strands as he dragged me onto his lap, groaning when I settled on top of his erection.

The kiss grew hotter and more urgent, with need swelling in both of us as his hands found my ass, and squeezed while I rocked against him.

This was heaven.

It had to be heaven.

Tremaine’s grip on my backside tightened as he pulled away. “We should slow down,” he said, gritting the words out through clenched teeth.

“Why?” I breathed. “We’re fated mates.”

His eyes heated. “Are you sure?”

“So, so positive.”

Tremaine recaptured my lips, sliding his hands back up my waist until he found my breasts, and squeezed.

I arched against him, kissing him desperately as I neared the edge. He released my breasts long enough to slide my dress down—slowly, so I had time to stop him in case I’d changed my mind—and then recaptured them, bare.

I moaned, pulling harder on his hair as I dragged him closer, giving me better access to his mouth. He kneaded my nipple with one hand, dragging my dress down further with the other one until it was a loose pile around my waist.

His hand moved over my bare abdomen, sliding slowly.

I lifted myself away from his hardness and grabbed his hand, pushing it down.

His rough chuckle was so damn hot it made my world spin as I buried my fingers in his hair again—right as his hand found my core.

I cried out into his mouth at the pleasure, still so close to the edge.

Tremaine dragged a finger over me, finding my clit easily.

My back arched and I lost control, lowering myself back to his cock to rock against him while I shattered.

He recaptured my core in his hand and squeezed tightly. “You done?” he growled.

I knew he wasn’t asking if I’d orgasmed—but if I wanted to stop.

“Not even close,” I panted.

His eyes heated. “How far do you want to go?”

“How far is there?”

Tremaine’s gaze grew wicked, and he lifted me long enough to tear the rest of my dress down my legs and toss it to the ground.

My back met the stone a moment later, and then his face was between my thighs, devouring me.

I made completely foreign sounds as he feasted on me, bringing me back to the edge so damn quickly. The sight of him licking me alone would’ve been enough to make me lose it—but the sensations?

They were so intense.

I climaxed on his tongue, and he just kept going.

“I want you,” I breathed.

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