Page 68 of Irresistibly Risky

I run my fingers across her face and back through her hair, my other hand on her hip beneath the shirt.

“And?”

Her face twists in annoyance. “And I’m leaving.”

In a flash, I roll us until she’s pinned beneath me. “Try again.”

“Get off me, Asher.”

“Why did you come to sleep in my bed and put on my T-shirt?” I want her to answer because there are only so many explanations for it.

“Screw you.”

“It’ll be the other way around. But first I’d like your answer.” My hand pinches her ass, and she yelps.

“Move!”

“Tell me first, and then I’ll move.”

“Argh.” She smacks my good shoulder—ever the conscientious doctor—in frustration. “You’re such an ass. Fine. I was scared. I was alone in this big, dark apartment that’s not mine and… I needed… I don’t know.”

“The smell of me to comfort you?”

Her head turns away, her expression pinched. “Yes. Happy now? Move!”

With a wicked grin she’s missing, I slide down her body, heading beneath the blanket. Straight for her pussy.

“What are you doing?!” She gasps, lifting the covers up so she can see me.

“I told you I’d move. I never said which direction I’d go though.” I lick my lips, spread her thighs, and then press my nose straight into her thong-covered cunt.

“Jesus!” she cries out, her hand ripping at my hair, her back arching. “Asher. No.”

“Yes. Please let me do this. Please.” I pull her panties aside and blow cool air on her. She squeals this time, ripping harder at my hair, but now she’s not telling me to stop, and she’s not pushing me away. She won’t now that I said please. It’s her kryptonite. A spell I cast that lures her in and weaves her under my control.

But more than that, she wants this. She just doesn’t know how to ask for it or accept it.

She’s wet. So very wet. And smells like fucking heaven. I haven’t gotten a good look at her pussy yet, and now in the dark, I’m not getting the best view either, even as I toss the blankets off my back. That’ll have to wait for another time.

She told me no one has ever had her sit on their face before, but I have to wonder… “Has anyone ever licked your pussy before, sweetheart?”

“Asher, I—”

I gently smack her clit, and she whimpers. My rough, stubble-lined cheek grazes the soft flesh of her inner thigh. “Answer me, Wynter. Has anyone ever eaten out your pussy before?”

Her eyes cinch tight. “No.”

Fucking hell.

“I’m about to change that right now, unless you tell me no again.”

No sound. She’s hardly even breathing, but I smile like the wicked devil she makes me.

“I’m going to give you so many firsts, my queen, you won’t be able to keep up.”

Balling the thin material of her thong up in my fist, I tear it off and then shove my tongue straight inside her. She cries out, startled almost, her hand held firm in my hair as if she’s unsure what to do now that we’re in this position.

I solve the dilemma for her. I show her exactly what we’re going to do as I start to fuck her pussy with my tongue. Wild. Unhinged. Positively feral. This woman is mine and with every lick, every touch, and every kiss, I will make her even more so. She will be branded to me, body and soul.

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