Page 89 of The Honeymoon Hack

His hands were everywhere—caressing my throat, palming my breasts through my shirt, slipping under fabric to brand bare skin. Each contact sent fire racing through my nervous system.

We broke apart long enough to tear at each other’s clothes. When his shirt was off, I ran my hands over his chest, to his shoulders, tracing the familiar lines of his tattoos.

Where he’d branded me onto his skin years ago.

My pants and underwear hit the floor. His went somewhere else.

Once my bra was off, Will’s mouth closed over my breast, tongue circling my nipple before sucking hard. Pleasure speared through my body, and I bowed up against him.

God, when did my nipples become so sensitive?

He moved to my other breast, lavishing it with equal attention while his fingers teased the wet peak he’d abandoned. He breathed against my skin, “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

“More,” I pleaded.

He obliged, teeth grazing my sensitive flesh until I writhed beneath him, my core pulsing with need. All of my boyfriends had been gentle, careful, as though my shy exterior matched what was inside. Will knew me. The real me. Knew I wouldn’t break.

His mouth blazed a trail down my body, nipping at my hipbone. When he settled between my thighs, raw hunger flared in his eyes. His lips curved in a wicked promise. “I’m going to feast on this sweet pussy until you can’t think straight.”

His filthy words sent fresh heat flooding through me. When did he start talking like this? And why did it make me throb harder?

“Do it.” I challenged, spreading wider. “Make me come on your tongue.”

And when didIstart talking like that?

He started torturously slow, with long, languid licks mapping every sensitive spot. Dancing along my slit, teasing my folds, all while his stubble grazed my inner thighs. I was already dizzy with need, but his thorough attention had me seeing stars. When he found my clit, circling it with just the tip of his tongue, I squeezed my eyes shut.

It was like—fuck, like nothing I’d ever experienced.

I lifted my hips, seeking more. “Stop teasing.”

“Patience, Bug,” he murmured against my skin, then blew hot breath across my clit. “I intend to do this properly.”

Then his mouth sealed over me, sucking hard while two fingers plunged deep inside. I whimpered, and my hands fisted in his hair as pleasure overwhelmed me.

“Right there,” I moaned, my thighs trembling around his head. “Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop.”

He didn’t. He worked me ruthlessly, alternating between gentle licks and firm suction while his fingers pumped in and out of me. My orgasm built quickly. Not the gentle, quiet climaxes I was used to, but something powerful and mind-altering.

“That’s it. Come for me,” he commanded. “Fall apart.”

His order, combined with the relentless rhythm of his tongue, shattered me. My release crashed over me like a tidal wave, my body convulsing as pleasure ripped through every nerve.

I may have said his name. I might have yelled it.

Holy shit. Holy fucking shit.

I’d never come so hard in my life. Never surrendered so completely. Never been owned so utterly.

When my tremors finally subsided, Will kissed his way back up my body. When he kissed me, I tasted myself on his lips, and a new hunger prodded at my brain.

“My turn,” I breathed, pushing him onto his back.

When my fingers closed around his cock, he hissed. He was bigger than I remembered, thick and hard, the head already slick with pre-cum. This was all for me.

He was mine.

All I had to do was take the risk with him.