Page 110 of Enthrall Shadows
Taking him all the way into my mouth, I suckled, bobbing briskly to give him the best blowjob he’d ever experienced—crafting pleasure with licks, laps, and a taut mouth to deliver endless sensuality.
He lowered a hand to cover his eyelids as he endured the erotic bliss, breathing heavily, and peeking between his fingers now and again with an expression full of wonder.
This meant more than sex. It was connecting with him on a whole different level using a language beyond words, a transcendent stirring of emotions.
I had seen the real Henry, the man who dealt with situations with an impressive calmness. A man who had endured deep pain. A man who had been kind and patient.
Those shockwaves from our first meeting had never worn off. Ripples of silence meshed with our sighs and murmurs.
Soothing him was a rare gift that felt good.
While stroking his cock as my mouth suckled his shaft, I witnessed a tremble surge through his body.
He exhaled sharply. “Lotte!”
I glanced up and saw he was close to release.
“The first time I saw you in the dungeon,” he said huskily. “This is what I wanted to do to you.”
“To me?”
He sat up and lifted me onto him. “Let me show you.”
His right arm slid behind my back before rolling us both over with the strength of a gladiator—and the physique of one, too.
His body rose above mine, and then he moved down to reach my waistband, tugging my pants down to reveal my panties.
“I should shower first,” I said, feeling self-conscious.
“I need to taste you.”
As he pulled off my underwear, I lifted my lower half to help him remove them.
He dipped low, his hot breath shimmying over my sex as his tongue swept along my clit with brilliant precision.
I shuddered beneath him, gripping the sides of the sleeping bag as I watched the erotic vision of his mouth possessing my pussy with a passionate frenzy. The tickle of his hair on my inner thighs sent a shiver through me. With large, gentle hands, he parted my labia for better access to that wetness.
I moaned, arching my back with pleasure.
With his face buried between my thighs, he guided me into oblivion his wicked kiss there driving me wild.
My climax felt so intense I struggled to breathe.
His flicking tongue circled faster, the electrifying sensations making me swoon.
Another climax owned my soul.
Oxygen refused to refill my lungs as I gasped through the dizzying waves of ecstasy, soaring ever higher.
“Hands above your head,” he ordered, mimicking what I’d made him do.
My arms flung upward and I obediently crossed my wrists one over the other. My legs were raised and widened by a man intent on staying between my thighs, wanting to deliver yet another heart-racing orgasm.
“I’ve wanted to make this mine since we first met,” he growled.
“It’s yours,” I whispered.
My body shivered with delight, and I barely had the strength to respond to the control he’d taken.
