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“Nothing is wrong,” I said as I slowly turned my head to the side. “Change in plans.”

“How so?”

“Sit on my face.”

Instead, she straddled my waist, swinging her hair back and forth. Her mischievous side had returned and while I did enjoy that part of her, my extreme thirst needed quenching.

I gripped her hips, pulling her up by several inches.

“I said. Sit on my face.”

Carmella had the audacity to shake her head. Was the woman actually refusing me?

I cracked my hand against her bottom several times, my entire body aching from her reaction. Her eyelids were half closed, her lips shifting into a perfect O shape. Right at that moment, the bad man inside of me wanted nothing more than to fill her warm mouth with the entire length of my cock.

After smacking her bottom a few additional times, we were both panting. “Now. We’ll try this one last time, Firesong. Do not think you’ll get another chance. Sit. On. My. Face. Now.”

CHAPTER20

Carmella

There was something extremely dirty about having a man demand I sit on his face. While I’d consider myself a lover of all things sexual, that didn’t mean I was either the most experienced or completely uninhibited.

Derek hadn’t done me any favors either, his less than subtle passive-aggressive comments finally taking a toll. I’d stopped feeling sexy, preferring to have the lights off when and if we had sex. The ‘if’ won out in the end.

But with Alejandro, in a few days I felt beautiful again. The fire in his eyes was an affirmation, his labored breathing another indication he wasn’t going to take no for an answer. If there was anything that turned a woman on, it was the way her man gazed at her in the heat of the moment.

I pointed to my chest, opening my eyes wide on purpose.

Alejandro had already positioned his arms behind his head, staring down at me with a single brow lifted. How could any man who’d refused to shave for a few days look any sexier than he did?

He growled in response. Seeing a slightly playful side of him left me partially breathless. It wasn’t at all what I’d expected from him. Or any man engaged in criminal activity for that matter. He had two distinct sides, both of which scared the hell out of me.

I shuddered purposely and shook my head.

His sigh was exaggerated and the shift of his head sent a true shiver down my spine. I wasn’t expecting him to react so quickly or at such speed. He snapped his hand around my wrist, yanking me up by a full two feet with such ease I was shocked. I even gasped in response.

The way he captured me by once again gripping both hips almost brought a shriek up from my throat.

“Lady. When I tell you to do something, you best do it.” While there was darkness in his eyes, there was ire in his tone. He wasn’t interested in hearing me sass him, immediately pulling me up by another four inches.

And directly placing my slickened pussy over his face. A rush of embarrassment skittered through me, explosive heat likely staining more than half my body bright crimson. I flailed my arms, but they were still too far away from the headboard. It felt as if I was swimming in a churning ocean, both my mind and my body unstable.

I had nothing to be embarrassed about. I’d fucked him before. More than twice, but this was entirely too intimate. Too… personal.

Yet I sensed by his firm grip he had no intentions of letting me go.

“Oh, sweet Jesus. You are so… You’re a horrible man.” I couldn’t look down. Hell, I wouldn’t be moving at all had my body not been disregarding all sense of decency.

“Tell me that after I eat your sweet pussy.” He acted like a man on a mission, immediately bringing me all the way down until his entire face was buried between my legs. I had no idea how he was even breathing.

Panting, I threw my head back, forcing myself to blink rapidly so a fog wouldn’t develop. But the same as when I tried to keep my control around him, I failed. The haze overtaking my peripheral vision was colorful in nature, spots of gold and silver forming just in front of my eyes.

This was filthy and sinful, made that much more so by the deep, animalistic growls he was making. I realized while he’d kicked the door shut, he hadn’t locked it. Oh, shit.

I bit back a laugh, but I also prayed Gabriel would remain exhausted. I remained stiff for longer than I should have, but as soon as he thrust his tongue past my swollen folds, the wild woman inside of me took over.

Finally, I could close my eyes, relaxing in his strong hold. His fingers dug into my skin and he shifted me forward and backward, taking his sweet time to lap up my juice. If he was smothered, I certainly couldn’t tell.

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