Page 139 of Taste of Thorns

This woman smells like heaven itself. I could drown in her scent and die happy. I nudge my nose between her folds, bury my senses in that scent, groaning as I do and then I slurp my tongue through her, from her pussy entrance, to the tip of her hardened clit.

She groans too, her legs shaking and her body folding over me.

“Like that, Miss Storm?”

“Yes,” she gasps.

I swirl my tongue languidly around her little nub and then back to her entrance, plunging my tongue deep inside her, and moaning as the taste of her envelops every one of my tastebuds.

Stars, this is too good, too delicious, for words.

I fuck her with my tongue, licking and slurping and ravishing her with my mouth. Then I slide my tongue from her, rock back on my heels and, licking my lips, gaze up at her, smirking.

“I think you’re going to like this even better.”

Then, I show her just what my heightened speed can do, pressing the tip of my tongue to her clit and then flicking at her over and over again, so quickly I expect my tongue is just a blur of movement.

She howls, gripping onto my head, her body bucking and jolting.

“Fox,” she pants. “Fox!!!”

I don’t stop, I hold her tight in my hands and devastate her until she’s coming hard against my mouth, arousal flooding down her thighs, sticky and sweet-smelling. It tastes like ecstasy – she tastes like ecstasy – and I can’t help but plunge two fingers inside her, feeling the way her pussy convulses as she rides her orgasm.

Still, I don’t stop. I flicker my tongue right through that orgasm and straight into the next until she’s pleading with me to stop, tugging at my hair, desperately trying to push me away.

“Fox, it’s too much … I can’t…” she pants. When I peer up at her this time, tears run down her face, her cheeks are flushed pink, and her pupils blown wide.

I’ve destroyed her, utterly and completely.

I shake my head, unable to comprehend how damn perfect for me she is.

“Fox,” she says again, “I need you inside me. I need you inside me now.”

I growl and shake my head. As much as I want her – and fuck do I want her – this was meant to be about her pleasure, not mine, something to ensure she’d never, ever forget me, no matter what may come to pass.

She doesn’t like that answer, frowning severely at me and planting a firm hand on my chest.

“Briony,” I plead as she pushes against me.

“You seriously don’t want to?” she asks, hesitating, her tone a little hurt.

“You know I do. But it doesn’t always have to–”

“It does. And I want you, Fox. I want you so badly.”

How can I resist? I submit, letting her push me down onto the cold hard floor. Then she’s hitching up her skirt and straddling my lap.

“Fuck, Miss Storm,” I hiss as she unbuttons my flies and tugs my hard cock out of my underwear. She runs her fingertips up my shaft, her touch hot.

“You’re so beautiful, Fox,” she says. “Every part of you.”

Then she lines my cock up with her entrance and I watch in rapture as she sinks down onto my long shaft, moaning loudly as she does.

When she’s taken all of me inside her, she pauses, brow furrowed, and I know she’s adjusting to the size of me.

“All right, sweetheart?” I ask, reaching up and brushing my fingers across her cheek.

She turns her head, nips my fingers and then she’s grinding on top of me and all reasonable, sensible thought is lost to the feeling of her.