Page 152 of Heresy

Fingers grasping onto the bedsheets, I’m holding on, attempting to keep from gripping his hair to pull him back up.

It’s almost too much, this moment, the way he worships every square inch of my stomach with tiny nips of his teeth and the warm, smooth caress of his tongue. When he reaches the skin just above my panties, his hot breath against my skin causes me to come undone.

I can feel his hesitation, there for a moment, and I know he wants to ask me again if I’m okay.

Do I know what I’m doing?

Am I aware he’s not the type to keep a woman around for longer than one night?

I’ve already considered all of that, and I don’t care.

Not when I’ve already allowed this to get going.

Inwardly begging him not to say a word, not to remind me, not to ruin a decision I made to finally let go, relief floods me when he obeys. I gasp as Shane’s face goes lower and he presses his mouth to my panties rightthere,exactly where I need him.

Then his fingers curl over the sides to trace a slow tortuous path down my legs as it moves down my body to strip them off.

Assuming he’ll crawl back up, push this faster, speed this mistake along, I’m surprised when Shane slows down, his strong fingers massaging my feet, his mouth kissing slowly along one ankle when he grabs the other ankle to part my legs.

Every inch of skin is touched or kissed in some way, minutes of teasing and care as he explores up my legs, past my knees, over my thighs, his mouth on top while the palms of his hands rub up the bottoms.

When he reaches just beneath my butt, his fingers take hold of my thighs, and he grips down again, stealing control as he parts them more and his mouth finds my pussy, his breath colliding against it before he tenderly places one kiss.

Expectation and need drive a cutting path through me, the sensation so intense that my entire body is affected.

My back arches more, the breath in my lungs forced out in one exhalation.

I try to break free, to close my legs because it’s becoming too much, but he holds them in place as his tongue traces a tender path, a feather touch becoming stronger with each repetition.

My hips buck, greedy for more, for him to move faster, to put an end to the sensual suffering, but he laughs quietly against the skin, his lips parting to tease me once more.

“Will you admit you like me now?”

His voice is so deep, it vibrates against my most sensitive place.

It’s like I’m released from a sedated trance by the question. My teeth slam together from frustration. If he doesn’t finish what he’s started, I’ll fucking scream.

“Only slightly,” I manage to say between gasps of air and my heart racing faster than before.

That’s all he gets.

No matter where his hands and mouth are, I refuse to let him win this battle of wills.

Some masculine, satisfied sound vibrates from his chest and the teasing finally ends, his mouth covering my pussy fully as his tongue circles my clit.

The wave of pleasure that rolls through me is dragging me under, drowning me, every muscle in my body shaking beneath its strength. And there’s no fighting it, not when his hands release my thighs to slide up the cheeks of my ass, those fingers of his gripping again, the tips pressing down in the muscle as he lifts my hips up and presses his mouth tight, his tongue dipping inside me to tease the walls.

He’s devouring me.

Savoring.

Winding me up until I’m just on the edge of ecstasy.

He stops and then begins again.

A sound of complaint escapes me, but with each roll of his tongue against my clit, with every dip inside, the need becomes more intense until my hips are writhing in his hands.

I’m desperate.

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