Page 57 of Glamour and Grit

“Yeah. A man who treats me sweet but fucks me like an uncaged animal? Hell yeah, sign me up for that.”

“Selene,” I say, growing somber.

She puts her finger to my lips.

“Shhh. Just kiss me, all right? Whatever you were going to say, just kiss me instead.”

So I do.

17

SELENE

The taste of Dane’s kiss sends the blood rushing through my veins. It’s like my first kiss times a thousand, the excitement and driving need to feel more equal parts exasperating and divine.

Dane crushes me to him with a powerful embrace. His tongue probes deep, claiming my mouth, just as his hands claim my body. I groan into his mouth as his fingers explore every inch of me.

I gasp at the feel of his warm, sweet lips on my belly. His hot breath heralds a kiss just above my navel. Dane’s tongue darts out and traces a line down my skin. I laugh helplessly as his kisses get lower, and lower.

“You’re spoiling me,” I gasp. “Most guys won’t go there.”

He lifts his face from between my thighs and gives me a look with those piercing green eyes.

“Do I look like most guys?”

“Hell no. Thank god.”

He kisses me on the inner thigh. I moan softly, grabbing hold of his thick mane of hair.

“Why didn’t they want to do this for you?” he whispers into my sensitive skin.

“Oh, god…um…not all the time. Made me take a shower…oooh fuck…”

“And then what?”

“Spent an hour looking for…my clit. He thought it was on the–”

I was going to say on the bottom, but then his tongue slithered over my pulsating clitoris and my words turned into an inarticulate shriek. I clutch at his head, pulling him down firmly between my thighs.

Dane’s mouth and tongue play all over my body. He sucks on my lips, before latching onto my clit. I don’t want to hurt him, but I can’t help it when my fingers curl into claws and dig into his scalp. I think I pull some of his hair out as I thrash and writhe.

Golden flashes pulse behind my eyes even when I squeeze them tightly shut. It’s so good, he knows just how to please me. Varying pressure, speed, and gliding his fingers inside of me all the while. He circles my clit, faster and faster, driving me over the precipice of yet another orgasm. I’m starting to fear them as much as I want them.

Seriously, how much more of this can I take? I don’t know, but I can’t wait to find out.

He lifts his face, glistening with sweat, and grins as my body arches as of its own accord. He starts to climb on top of me, but I’m still super sensitive. It’s time to show him that turnabout is fair play.

I grab his shaft and squeeze tight. He stops, grins, and then relaxes as I work his cock with slow strokes.

“You like that, Baby?” I purr.

“I love it.”

“Oh yeah?” My voice has that lilting edge to it. God, I’m into him. I hope that doesn’t get me hurt. But right now, it’s so hot I can’t stop, and I don’t want to anyway. “Then do you like this?”

I open my mouth and run my tongue along the seam on the underside of his crown. He groans, eyes shutting tight.

“Yes,” he growls.

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