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Bishop

I lay on my back, Eden curled against my side. In what seemed to be her signature move, she had one leg thrown across mine, and a hand resting on my stomach. Her breathing was warm and steady close to my ear. She’d fallen asleep a while ago, but while my body was tired, exhausted even, my mind wasn’t ready to switch off.

Her unspoken reactions in response to certain things I’d said and done played in a loop in my head. From her initial panic when I touched her to the way she followed my belt when I removed it. I wasn’t stupid, I knew what they meant. That wasn’t what kept me awake.

No, it was the burning need to confront the man who had instilled such a deep-seated fear into the woman beside me.

Confront him.

Torture him.

Kill him.

All it would take would be a call to the station he worked at, set up a meeting, entice him with the thought he could be involved in an arrest that would make his career.

It would be so easy.

“What would?” Eden’s sleepy voice broke the silence.

“What would ... what?”

“What would be easy?” She burrowed closer.

“Nothing. I was just thinking out loud. Go back to sleep.”

“You woke me up with your growling.” Her lips touched the side of my neck in a series of kisses.

“I wasn’t growling.”

She bit the lobe of my ear. “You were definitely growling.”

I moved, flipping her onto her back.

“I wasn’t growling, I was muttering. This is growling.” I took a breath and let out a low growl against her throat.

“Oh.” The sound was a soft exhalation and went straight to my dick.

I rubbed my cheek against hers. “You like that?”

I pushed my thigh between her legs, and the wetness there gave me my answer. She pressed against me, rocking against my thigh. I covered her breast, her nipple hardening against my palm as I plumped and squeezed. With my other hand, I reached down to fist my dick. Precum coated the tip, so I swept my thumb over it then pressed it against her lips.

“Lick.”

Her tongue swept over the pad, and she made a contented sound that hardened me more.

“I don’t have any more condoms with me, so why don’t you give me a taste of your pussy instead?”

A shiver rocked her, her lips parting at my words. I didn’t give her time to protest, sliding down her body until I could hook my hands over thighs and pull her legs apart. Her pussy was bare, shaved, and I could see the gleam of wetness coating her skin. Lowering my head, I ran my tongue up one thigh and down the other. Her hips jerked.

“Tell me what you want.”

Fingers landed in my hair. “Bishop.”

“Tell me.” I used my thumbs to spread her open. “Do you want me to lick you?” I touched the tip of my tongue to her clit.

She gasped.

“Say it.”

“Please.”

“Say it,” I repeated.

“Please, lick me.” The fingers in my hair clenched.

“Where?”

“Anywhere!”

I tutted and blew gently against her clit. “That’s not an answer. Be specific.”

She squirmed.

“Do you want me to taste you, Eden? Do you want my tongue on your clit? Do you want my fingers inside you?” With each word, my lips brushed against her pussy. “Tell me what you want.”

“Yes, all of that.”

I dragged my tongue over her pussy, around her clit, then drew away.

“In detail.”

She groaned, and tightened her fingers, dragging my face against her wet, fevered flesh.

“I want you to make me come with your mouth. I want your tongue and your teeth. I want you to make me beg.”

I flicked my tongue over her clit. “Tell me more.”

“Oh god.” Her hips jerked up. “I want you to fill me up with your fingers while you suck and bite me.”

I pushed a finger inside her. “Like that?”

“More!”

A second finger joined the first. “Enough?”

“No!”

A third finger stretched her, and she cried out.

“What else?”

“Your mouth … please.”

“Are you asking me or telling me?” I gave a leisurely thrust of my fingers and nipped at her inner thigh.

Her nails raked over my scalp. “Fuck me with your fingers. Play with my clit. Make me come.”

“Good girl.” I sealed my lips around her clit and sucked, flicking at it with my tongue, until she was whimpering and writhing.

When she tried to wriggle away, I pressed a hand down on her stomach, pinning her in place and continued my assault on her clit, while my fingers pumped in and out in a steady rhythm until she cried out, her ass lifting from the bed. I didn’t let up, my tongue and fingers driving her orgasm higher and higher until she tried to push my head away.

“I can’t … please … ohmygod … ohmygod!”

Her thighs were trembling, her fingers flexing in my hair. I lifted my head, reached up to capture one nipple between my fingers, and pinched gently.

“That was perfect.”