Page 91 of Hunted By Fear

My mind goes blank, my lungs stop working, and my body feels like it just got hit with an electric current.

Fuck.

He doesn’t touch my underwear, instead moving over them to press kisses to my thighs, his tongue poking out to taste and tease. I’m not even naked, he’s hardly even touched me, and already I feel like I might combust.

“Talian.” I’d meant to chastise him, but my voice hardly works, coming out as a broken plea that would usually be embarrassing.

His eyes cut up to mine, looking at me through his long, thick lashes, as his smile turns wicked.

“Sorry, Darling, I just needed to build the mood. I wasn’t sure I would ever get to touch you again. After our time together last time, I swore the only way I would allow it is if it wasmefucking you, not Oliver.”

Before I can really think about what he’s saying or think of a response, he presses forward, burying his nose and mouth into my still panty-covered pussy.

I feel his hot breath through the thin material, followed by his wet tongue, and feel his groan as he tastes me. I’ve no doubt soaked through my panties even before he set me on his lap, so I can only imagine how wet they are now.

It takes me a second to remember why I’d been attempting to stop him before he decided to manhandle me.

I just got off my period!

I thrash in an attempt to stop him or get him to move away, but I swear that only makes him double down.

The heat of his mouth is enough to scramble my mind as I get lost in the building pleasure.

“Fuck, you taste even better than I remember.”

His nose presses against my clit as he talks, his face still buried in my most intimate area, and I can’t stop the gasp it rips from me as I thrash, but Talian holds me in place.

Wait.

I look up to find my hands held by shadows. Talian now has one hand grasping my thigh to allow him access; his other hand barred over my waist to keep me in place.

When had he done that?

Again, I feel his chuckle, but this time it stalls the air in my lungs.

“Vibrations, got it.”

His fingers gather up the material of my underwear, and with a simple tug, he rips them off my body. It stings, but not enough to hurt; if anything, it heightens everything.

Not that I get the chance to think about it.

One second I’m focused on the sting at my hip, the next I’m bowing off the ground, coming undone. Vibrations shake me as he licks into me before pulling back and moving up to my clit, and that’s all it takes for me to fall over the edge.

Talian doesn’t stop; he’s like a man possessed, starved and dying. I’m his feast, and I could die like this, and I would have no regrets.

My vision blurs, and finally he pulls back, and I realize with a jolt that I’d stopped breathing. My lungs burn as I gulp down air while Talian pushes up to sit on his knees, watching me. His face glistens with my wetness, and damn, I made a mess of him. If he minds, he doesn’t show it, instead making a show of licking his lips.

I’m happy to see there’s no blood on his face though. Sometimes this kind of stuff can make me start bleeding again. Though now that I think of it I doubt he would mind very much. Talian knew I was on my period the last few days and didn’t even hesitate just now.

“If you think my tongue is cool, wait till you get to experience Kai’s,” he says with a wink, and the memory of him as a snake flashes in my mind.

My chest rises and falls fast as I gasp for oxygen, but even though he’s just made me come harder than I ever have before, I can’t stop my eyes from sliding down his body. Already, I can feel the way my pussy flutters around nothing, desperate to be filled. My eyes fall to his boxers and his very obviously hard cock that strains against the material.

I’m not exactly trying to hide it, but I still feel my cheeks heat when his gaze meets mine, and I know he saw.

With a snap, my wrists are free, but still I remain where I am, unsure what to do and still a little boneless.

That only lasts all of two seconds before Talian slides his arm under my waist and yanks me up against his chest before falling back to sit on his ass.