Page 6 of Loving Amari
Those golden eyes lock with mine as his hands spread my thighs wider. The love there, mixed with raw desire, steals my breath. This is Amari at his most honest—wanting me, needing me, ready to worship me right here on our kitchen counter.
“I love you,” he murmurs, his voice rough with emotion.
“I love you too.”
His kiss is passionate, consuming, claiming. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, tasting, conquering, promising what’s to come. When he pulls back, we’re both breathing hard. He drops to his knees before me, pulling me to the edge of the island. The sight of him there, my king kneeling for me, sends a thrill through my entire body.
He slides my panties to the side with one finger, his touch leaving fire in its wake. I cover my mouth with one hand, as if that will muffle anything in a castle full of vampires with supernatural hearing, and lean back on one elbow. The position leaves me exposed, vulnerable, exactly how he wants me.
He lifts my legs over his shoulders, his hands gripping my thighs to hold me in place. The first touch of his tongue makes my eyes roll back. Cool against my heat, he takes his time, running his tongue along my slit like he’s savoring a delicacy.The contrast of temperature, the skill of his movements, the way he hums with pleasure like I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted all combine to short-circuit my brain.
His grip on my hip tightens as he starts sliding me back and forth, forcing me to grind against his face. The controlled strength in his hands, the way he moves me for his pleasure and mine, makes me even wetter. He’s not just pleasuring me. He’s consuming me.
“Amari...” His name comes out as a whimper against my palm.
He pulls back just enough to speak, his breath cool against my sensitive flesh. “Nope.” He punctuates the word with another long lick. “Not stopping until you come on my tongue.”
Then he’s back at it. His tongue circles my clit before dipping lower, tasting me thoroughly. He knows exactly how to play my body, has memorized every spot that drives me wild.
“Goddamn, I love this pussy.” The words are muffled as he starts thrusting his tongue in and out, fucking me with it while his nose brushes against my clit.
The combination is devastating. My free hand tangles in his short curls, not guiding, just needing something to hold onto as he dismantles me with his mouth. He alternates between fucking me with his tongue and circling my clit, building a rhythm that has my thighs trembling against his ears.
“That’s it, baby,” he encourages between licks. “Let me taste all of you.”
His words, the vibration of his voice against me, the way he moans like he’s the one receiving pleasure—it all pushes me closer to the edge. My hips start moving on their own, chasing the pleasure he’s offering. He encourages it, using his grip on my thighs to help me ride his face.
“Amari...” I’m begging now, desperate for release.
“Give it to me. Come on my tongue.” The command is accompanied by him sucking my clit into his mouth while two fingers slide inside me.
The combination tips me over. Pleasure crashes through me in waves, my legs shaking as he keeps going, keeps licking and sucking like he’s trying to capture every drop. My hand presses harder against my mouth, muffling my cries as my body convulses with the force of it.
He doesn’t stop until I’m pushing weakly at his head, oversensitive and trembling. Even then, he places gentle kisses on my inner thighs before pulling back, looking up at me with satisfied eyes.
“Oh my god,” I pant, trying to catch my breath.
“Oh my god,” a different voice cuts in from the doorway.
My head snaps back to see Bobby standing there, quickly turning away while clutching a file. His dark skin has taken on an ashen hue, and he flashes away disappearing with his vampire speed. Mortification floods through me, replacing the pleasure-drunk haze. I try to swing my legs around, pushing myself back from Amari’s head.
“What?” Amari lifts his head, completely unbothered by the interruption. His mouth and beard glisten with my arousal, and he looks thoroughly pleased with himself.
I sit up and pop him on the head. “Goddamn it, Amari! You knew Bobby is here!”
“So what?” He actually licks his lips while looking at me, his eyes still dark with lust. “Get back here and let me finish eating.”
I swing off the island too fast, my legs still shaky from my orgasm. I start to fall, but he flashes over and catches me, steadying me against his chest. While I fumble with my dress, tugging it down and fixing my panties with trembling fingers, he’s still in that lust-clouded haze. He wipes my essence from his beard with the back of his hand, then sucks his fingers cleanlike it’s honey. The sight sends another pulse of heat through me despite my embarrassment.
I slap his chest. “What is wrong with you?”
“I’m your fated mate, and we are home in our coven.” His voice carries that arrogant authority that simultaneously infuriates and arouses me. “When I spread your legs for my mouth to play with your pussy, this coven knows to stay out of the way until I’m finished. Even our children know. Bobby strolling into the kitchen to catch us means he’s fallen off with the program.”
My mouth falls open. Our time into this mate bond and he still surprises me with his complete lack of shame about claiming me anywhere, anytime. In his mind, I’m his mate, this is his castle, and everyone else can deal with it.
“I’ll finish your pancakes. Sit down.” He raises an eyebrow, and despite my wobbly legs, I immediately sink back into the chair.
His chuckle follows me as he returns to the batter, washing his hands first with a thoroughness that makes me blush all over again. Meanwhile, I’m trying to come down from the intense orgasm he just gave me. I shift in my seat, still sensitive, sweating. I run a hand through my wild curls, trying to tame them, biting my lip while he just casually whistles.