Page 117 of Sin

I dropped my weight on top of her until she was basically a human pancake. “Not a fucking chance. I finally got an invite to join you in bed. You’re never getting rid of me now.”

Her body trembled with laughter beneath mine. “Oh no. Whatever shall I do?”

“How about you let me taste you and make you come on my tongue?”

She quirked a brow. “I thought this was supposed to be about you.”

“Making you comeisabout me. You know the score, baby girl. Your pleasure is mine.”

In answer, she parted her thighs a little wider. “Well then, you’d better get to work... Emmett.”

I winked at her as I scooted down the bed until my face was right between those lush thighs. “Whatever you say, darlin’.” Gripping her by the backs of her knees, I spread her legs until her beautiful pussy was open and ready for me.

Her breath hitched, the sound pulling my gaze from the work of art in front of me and up her body to meet her eyes. Surprisingly, they were filled with apprehension. I cocked a questioning brow, waiting for her to elaborate.

“Go easy on me, Sin. It’s my first time.”

I laughed and bit down on the soft flesh of her inner thigh.

“I’m serious.”

“What? You’re not a virgin. You told me?—”

“He never did this. No one has.”

Oh. Fuck. Yes.

“Oh, kitten. You better grab onto the headboard. I’m about to rock your world.”

She tensed as I leaned forward, so I pressed a light kiss just above her swollen clit and whispered, “Close your eyes and trust me to make you feel good.”

Then I dipped my head and dragged my nose up her slit, inhaling her perfume and committing it to memory. She whined and tried to wriggle away on instinct. We couldn’t have that. My little succubus needed to learn how to take what I gave her.

Moving my hands to her hips, I held her in place and made the most of my time between her legs. I nibbled and kissed her everywhere but the one spot I knew she craved most. Sucking and tasting, teasing while also arousing her to the point of begging me for more.

Giving a woman head was much more involved than simply sucking her clit until she came. The pussy was a finely tuned instrument, and if you knew how to play it right, the music you could make together would be transcendent.

I waited until her moans were mostly pleas before I started to feed, knowing the sensation would send her skyrocketing. I couldn’t contain my chuckle as she bucked and screamed my name, her fingers twisting and gripping my hair as she held me in place and writhed against my tongue.

“Sing for me, sweetheart. I want the others to hear you.”

Her flavor flooded my mouth, sweet and a little salty, and distinctly mine. I’d taste her for hours after this, smell her on me, bask in the memory of being the first man to get this from her.

“You ready to come for me, Merri?”

“Yes. God, yes.”

Finally, I gave her the attention she’d been waiting none too patiently for. Her clit was so swollen it looked painful, but that was the point. A skilled lover knew how to coax it out of its hiding place, to arouse her so much there was nothing she wanted more than your touch right. Fucking. There.

As my lips closed over her clit, I sank two fingers deep inside her and curled them up, pressing on just the right spot in time with my suction. She detonated in seconds, her slick sweetness coating my fingers and dripping onto the sheets.

My name was a breathless cry, and as she came apart, I drank deeply from the sexual tsunami she unleashed. I may not have fangs or an aversion to sunlight, but the way I fed wasn’t all that different from a vampire. Merri’s climax was so potent I felt lightheaded from the high of it. This one moment with her was enough to keep me nourished for weeks.

When she was boneless and sated and I was sure her orgasm had faded, I backed away from the cradle of her thighs. Sitting back on my heels, I gazed down at the beauty I’d claimed.

Skin glistening with a thin veil of pleasure-induced sweat. Hair a mass of red tangles, splayed out on the silk pillowcase. Eyes hooded. Lips swollen from biting them to stifle her cries. God, she was perfect.

“Look at you. Absolutely ruined,” I breathed, proud as a fucking peacock.

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