Page 114 of Forsaken Oath

“I like the way my name sounds on your lips.”

His fingers dig into my hips as he nuzzles the apex of my thighs, his breath hot against my core through my panties. “I like it even better when you scream it.”

“Oh god,” I gasp, anticipation making my fingers tingle.

“That’s alright, baby, I’ll be your god if you need me to.” His fingers hook into the thin lace band of my panties and slide them down my legs, his touch leaving trails of fire in its wake. Coolair kisses my heated core as he stuffs the scrap of fabric in his pocket.

I look down at him, catching the feral grin he throws to me before he dips low, his tongue parting my folds in one long, slow lick.

“Oh, fuck.” A cry escapes my lips, my back arching off the hood as pleasure sparks through me like an electrical current. Beau explores me with single-minded focus, alternating between broad strokes and teasing flicks until I’m writhing on the hood of his car.

Beau’s mouth is relentless, stoking the flames higher and higher until I’m consumed by the inferno. His fingers join the assault, pumping into my core as his tongue swirls and flicks. The dual sensations are maddening, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

“That’s it, baby. Let go for me,” he rumbles against my slick flesh.

His words are my undoing. I shatter with a hoarse cry, Beau’s name on my lips like a prayer as I come apart under the stars. He works me through the waves of ecstasy even as he stands up, one hand slowly working me over to prolong the pleasure.

I throw my arm over my eyes. I feel absolutely wrung out in the best way. “Jesus Christ, Beau.”

“Eyes on me, Peach. We’re not done yet,” his deep voice rumbles.

I push myself up, hooking my arm around his neck and bringing him down to me. My tongue tangles with his, the lingering taste of my arousal on his lips only stoking the flames higher.

I think I could kiss him for the rest of my life and it still wouldn’t be enough.

I pour everything into the kiss. My desire, my need, the overwhelming emotions swelling in my chest. He matches mewith equal fervor, one hand cupping the back of my head while the other grips my hip, pulling my body flush against his.

I can feel every inch of him through the rough denim, his hardness pressing insistently against my sensitive core. The contact sends sparks of pleasure racing through my nerve endings, my body still humming from the orgasm he just wrung from me.

He rocks his hips, grinding against me in a slow, deliberate rhythm that has me gasping into his mouth. Without breaking our kiss, I fumble with his belt buckle, desperation making my fingers clumsy. I need him, all of him, with an urgency that borders on feral. He brushes my hands away and undoes his jeans himself, shoving them down just enough to free his straining erection.

Beau’s hands grip my hips as he spins me around, bending me over the smooth metal of the Hellcat’s hood. The cool surface presses against my belly, a delicious contrast to the heat of his body behind me.

He nudges my feet further apart, opening me to him completely. I feel exposed, vulnerable in the most exhilarating way, my body thrumming with anticipation.

“You’re so fucking beautiful like this,” he rasps, his fingers dancing up the length of my spine before tangling in my hair. He tugs my head back, arching my neck, and dragging his lips along my jaw.

I rock back into him, feeling the head of his cock pressing against my entrance, teasing me with the promise of what’s to come. “Stop teasing me, Beau.”

“You want me to stop teasing you, baby?” he rumbles, rocking his hips into me.

“Yes,” I pant, scraping my teeth against his bottom lip. “Fuck me, Beau.Please.”

His chuckle against my neck is dark and sinful, sending a shiver racing down my spine. “Since you asked so nicely.”

He sinks into me slowly, inch by torturous inch, stretching and filling me so perfectly it steals my breath. I try to rock back into him, to take him deeper, but his grip on my hips is iron, holding me still.

“Patience, Peach,” he admonishes, his voice a low growl I feel in my bones.

He withdraws until only the tip remains inside me, making me whine in frustration. But then he slams forward, burying himself to the hilt in one powerful thrust. I cry out, my fingers scrabbling for purchase against the smooth metal of the hood as he sets a punishing pace.

“Fuck, you feel incredible.”

Each snap of his hips drives him deeper, hitting that spot inside me that has stars exploding behind my eyelids. Pleasure coils tighter and tighter in my core, my body wound so taut I feel like I might shatter at any moment.

I fold against the hood, pressing my heated face against the cool metal. The contrast feels incredible.

He leans over me, his chest molding to my back, his breath hot against the shell of my ear. “You take me so well, baby. Like you were made for me.”

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