Page 51 of Veil of Smoke

She arches when my lips graze her throat. She tastes like bourbon and steel.

The old couch groans as I push her down, red light spilling through the blinds, painting her in shadow and fire.

I tug her jeans off. My fingers shake, but I don’t stop. She kicks them free, breath sharp.

Her hand slides up my shirt. Nails drag down my chest. I strip it off fast. Drop everything else.

This isn’t about power.

It’s about holding on. Before it’s gone.

She pulls me down. Her thighs part. My mouth trails her collarbone, down to her breast.

“Fuck,” she gasps as I lick her nipple, teasing it hard with my tongue.

“Like that?” I ask, voice low, sucking it into my mouth.

“Yeah,” she moans. “Don’t stop.”

I work her nipple, teeth grazing, then move to the other, leaving it wet and stiff.

Her hands fist my hair. “Lower,” she says, rough.

I slide down. Kiss her stomach, the scar on her hip. My fingers hook her underwear, pulling it off slow.

She’s bare now. Her pussy’s right there, glistening, and I spread her thighs wide.

“Look at you,” I say, voice thick. “So fucking wet.”

“For you,” she whispers. “Touch me.”

My fingers trace her folds, slick and warm. She shudders, hips lifting.

“Right there,” she gasps as I press two fingers inside, deep and slow.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” I mutter, curling them, feeling her clench.

She moans loud. “Faster,” she demands.

I pump my fingers, hard and steady, watching her writhe. “You like that?” I ask, thumb brushing her clit.

“Fuck, yes,” she cries, bucking against my hand. “Keep going.”

I add a third finger, stretching her. She’s dripping now, soaking my knuckles, and I twist them, hitting deep.

“Dario,” she pants. “Eat me. Now.”

I pull my fingers out. Lick them clean, tasting her, then lower my mouth. My tongue drags over her clit, slow and firm.

“Fuck,” she shouts, thighs clamping my head. “Right there.”

I suck her clit hard. Flick it fast, then slow, teasing. She grinds against my face, wild and desperate.

“Yeah,” I growl into her. “Ride my tongue.”

She does. Hips roll, smearing her wetness across my chin. “I’m close,” she gasps. “Don’t stop.”

I lick deeper, tongue pushing inside her, then back to her clit, sucking relentless.

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