Page 113 of Heart & Hope

My heart bottoms out.

Sending me more feral than the Great Reed Rawlins has ever felt in his entire damn life.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

RUBY

Reed’s tongue sweeps through my aching center, and I arch off the bed like a rocket of fireworks bursting from its canister. The lightning outside has nothing on the man between my legs. I grip the duvet under my back like my life depends on it.

Oh. My. Lord.

Heat pools, and I’m drenched and still growing wetter by the second, if that’s even possible. Every part of me is a live wire. Everywhere his fingers, his tongue land is electric.

I’m his.

His words.

My words.

I tremble uncontrollably, the storm shaking the house. Snowflakes slap against the glass windowpanes continuously. I can’t grapple enough air. I don’t want it. The only thing I need is Reed inside me.

I may be his.

But he is also mine.

Right now, I am loving him taking what he wants. It’s so overwhelming to relinquish control and let him take the lead. It feels like love. Like being loved. The true sentiment of the word,in action. A real-time experience of something so deep and all-consuming that my body swells with emotion.

Heat tracks over my skin as he flicks his tongue over my clit. I whimper, wanting more. So much more.

“Fuck beautiful, you taste so good.” He sweeps through my center and suckles on my clit. My hands are stuck, aching to run through his hair. To anchor myself to him with touch. My fingers would tangle through his hair, gripping tight when he sucked my clit.

“You alright?” Reed rasps.

“Uh-huh.”

The syllables are raw, almost incomprehensible.

“You’re gonna ride my face now, baby. Up you come.”

He withdraws his hands and lifts me to sitting up on the bed. “Flip over and crawl over a little.”

I push to my knees and crawl to the edge of the bed. Rough hands grab my ankles and drag me back a few inches. A moment later, Reed slides through my legs on his back, his mouth lining up with my throbbing center.

God, yes.

What I wouldn’t do to have use of my hands right now.

“This is the last nice part, baby. Then we’re turnin’ up th...” Thunder drowns his words with its raw growl.

His mouth meets my wet center, teeth grazing my clit. My legs tremble. It’s too much and not enough. I need him inside me.

I’m dizzy with it. He suckles, kisses, lets his teeth skate over the bundle of nerves sending me higher and higher with every small move he makes.

“Reed, more.”

He slides two fingers inside me, excruciatingly slow. Mouth opening and head falling back, I force air into my lungs to tamper the orgasm that’s teetering on the edge. His works in andout, eyes watching me by the heat that’s flooding my chest, neck and face. His free hand tracks up my stomach, so light it leaves a wake of goosebumps.

He moans as I start to move on his mouth. I couldn’t stop, even if I wanted to.

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