Page 28 of Where's Molly

“Cage,” I moan just as his tongue flicks at my clit. The breath in my lungs gets lost somewhere on the way out, taking a wrong turn and depriving me of precious oxygen.

I need to breathe, but I need to come in Cage's mouth so much more.

Lips parted and brows pinched, I peer down at Cage to find his heated stare already locked on mine.

The butterflies in my stomach become volatile. They’re unable to handle Cage eating me alive—whether it’s because they're frightened that they'll be devoured next, or if it's because they know that by the time he's done, I’ll be in ruins and there will be nothing left of me. No home for them to live.

He sucks my clit into his mouth, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh and sending goosebumps scattering across my skin. Already, I feel an orgasm building low in the pit of my stomach, and while I want nothing more than to lose myself in it, I don’t know that I’m ready for the aftermath.

“Don’t stop,” I choke out despite myself.

He sucks harder, showing me that stopping is the last thing on his mind. Then, he releases my thighs and flattens his palms on my stomach before gliding them up to my breasts and cupping them roughly, smearing the blood further across my flesh.

His fingers pluck my nipples, and once again, I feel his teeth graze my clit. The threat is imminent, as if to say that if I don’t come soon, I will be punished.

It's a warning that I have no choice but to heed.

His tongue continues to work me, and after a few more seconds, I feel myself approaching the mouth of a volcano, where I’ll peer inside, only to be blown to smithereens by the catastrophic eruption.

His tongue flicks, and I’m leaning over the fiery mouth. It flicks again, and I’m completely decimated.

Vaguely, I hear the scream erupting from my mouth as violently as the orgasm washing over me.I think I cry out Cage’s name, but at this moment, the only thing I can be sure of is that I’ll never be the same once I come down.

Bright bursts of color explode in my otherwise blackened vision, and the entirety of my body seizes against his face. My hips gyrate mindlessly, where his tongue is still flattened against me.

By the time I come down, it feels like I’ve traveled light years and back. Like I have an entirely new lifetime of experiences.

Panting heavily, I open my eyes, though my vision is still blurred and unreliable. Cage is slipping out from beneath me, and the heat of his body envelops me a moment later, his front pressing into my back. Despite the warm air blowing through the open barn doors, I shiver.

“I have bad news,” he whispers darkly.

“What’s that?” I croak.

His hot breath fans across the shell of my ear, and the effect is no worse than when a predator is watching you and there's nowhere to run.

“I’m still hungry.” His voice is as deep as a mountain and as rough as the rock it’s made of.

My bottom lip finds itself between my teeth, and I clamp down until I feel a sharp sting.

I have no fucking idea what to say to that. All I know is that he could take whatever he wants from me, and I would gladly give it to him.

His rough palms fan across either side of my hips, leaving tiny little embers in his wake.

“I need more,”he rasps.

“You can have me,” I whisper.

Dangerous words to say to a predator, but it’s been so long since I’ve felt this alive.

In response, I hear the clink of his metal belt buckle, followed by the sound of it pulling free from the loops of his black jeans.

My muscles swell with anticipation. For a moment, I’m transported back to when I was twenty-five with the same domineering presence crowding over me. And while it was terrifying, it was equally fucking thrilling.

Soft leather brushes across my neck, barely giving me time to register it before it's looped through the buckle and being pulled tight. My eyes round, and the startled sound from my throat scarcely escapes before it’s constricted, allowing me just enough air to stay conscious.

Then, the telltale sign of metal teeth breaking apart follows. What little breath I have comes out in short, excited bursts. Fabric shuffles, and I glance over my shoulder to see him kneeling behind me, completely naked.

“You shouldn't be real,” I croak.

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