Page 110 of Sawyer

I don’t know how much more time we have together. Those words lodge in my throat, refusing to find a voice.

“Sawyer, you’re hurt,” he reasons. “And you’re bleeding.”

“I know.” Damn, but I hurt. “I don’t know what tomorrow will bring. Besides, I’m pretty sure orgasms help with cramps.”

He leans in, his resolve slowly melting. I didn’t think that would work, not at all. “Lie back.”

Desire drowns out my period aches and the pain of the bite.

Following me back, he brushes his lips over mine in a gentle kiss. His soft lips send my body into a tailspin, and a sigh escapes from my lungs.

Little nips and kisses follow my jaw line. “I’ll make you feel good, and then I need you to relax.” There’s a warning in his voice.

“I just need you to ease the stress.” My good hand clenches his coat.

“I know.” He kisses me again. It’s just the two of us in this moment, in this dark cave, while a bite threatens my life.

Need to just feel him drives me forward, and I drag him into a deeper kiss. I pour all my emotions into that kiss, one I hope he carries with him for the rest of his life. With each brush of my lips, I imagine imprinting myself onto him, because they have each imprinted themselves onto my soul.

Rumor and the way his need to protect and save makes him the ultimate hero.

Sin and the way he went from bad boy heir to my personal cheerleader, always there to support me.

And Bryn, my superman, standing in front of me not to block my path, but to assure it’s safe. He’s attentive and eager to learn more about me.

Pulling away, Bryn hovers above me, his eyes dark in the cave, his features nothing but shadows and lines. I don’t miss the smile that lifts his cheeks, or the little dimple that winks at me.

Moving down my body, he places little kisses here and there.

“When this is all over.” He presses a kiss to my stomach after lifting my shirt. “I’m going to kiss every inch of you and memorize you.”

“Kiss me now, Bryn.”

“Impatient woman.” He opens the button on my pants and slowly rolls them off my body. He has so much patience.

I don’t, yet I give him this as he leaves them at my ankles above my shoes.

“Hook your feet behind my head.” His breath gusts over my shoulder.

“What?” I look down at him in shock. I didn’t think he—

“You think I’m worried about a little blood?” He shakes his head. “No, Sawyer, I can smell your desire and your need. I’m not worried about a little blood.” He reaches over, unzips his pack, and grabs a towel, sliding it under my hips. “How do I remove this?” He tugs on the little string.

Embarrassment wars with my desire. Fuck it. Reaching down, I tug on the string and pull the tampon out. The slight burn tells me I’m not bleeding heavily.

“I’ll burn that.” He grabs the tampon, making my cheeks turn scarlet, and tosses it at the mouth of the cave. “Now, hook your legs over my head, and don’t worry about suffocating me.”

Bryn places his hands on my thighs and spreads them open, and not once does he hesitate. Swiping his tongue from the bottom of my slit to the top, he makes me forget about my flow and concentrate entirely on Bryn’s touch.

My hips jerk as he flattens his tongue and laps at me. The warmth of his breath and his tongue feels incredible against the cool chill of the night.

He buries his tongue inside of me, and it releases a wave of heat through my body. With my good hand, I grab his hair and grind my pussy against his face. His hum only spurs me on, and a fresh wave of heat brings a flood of desire to my core.

Leaning back, Bryn blows on my clit. “Drown me, Sawyer.” His hands clench my ass like he just can’t get close enough.

Bryn’s tongue dives in and out, lighting me up until I twist and turn, then he nibbles my clit, and my hips thrust into his face.

I sit at the edge of my orgasm as more heat washes over me, and when his canines scrape my clit, I lose all control and cry my release. Time freezes and slows as he laps up every drop I have to give him until my body shudders and falls to the ground.

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