Page 22 of Sinful Union

A groan rumbles deep in my chest, my head dropping back.

Her tongue swirls around the head of my cock, teasing, dragging slow, wet circles before she takes me deeper, her lips stretching around me. She’s eager, her fingers stroking me with purpose, her other hand gripping my thigh. Her movements are controlled, precise.

Fucking hell, the way she looks up at me with those dark, knowing eyes, locking onto mine as she takes me even deeper. She knows exactly what she’s doing to me. She hums around me, the vibration shooting straight to my core. My fingers tighten in her hair, gripping the soft strands, guiding her pace.

Slow. Savoring.

I move her faster, making her take more, her lips stretching even wider, her soft moan vibrating through me like a goddamn earthquake. I grit my teeth, my jaw clenched so fucking tight it aches. Heat licks up my spine, my muscles locking. “Fuck, that’s it.”

She moans again, that filthy, desperate sound muffled around my cock, sending another sharp jolt of pleasure through me. She’s too perfect. Too willing. Too fucking good.

And it’s wrecking me.

I know I won’t last much longer. I pull her away before I lose every ounce of control, dragging her up onto the bed, then climbing on top of her. She gasps, arching into me, her hands reaching. I grab her wrists and pin them above her head. “Not yet.”

I trail my mouth lower, every soft sound she makes, every tremor of her body only making me hungrier.

When I finally hook her legs over my shoulders, she barely has time to react before I bury my tongue in her. She cries out as her hands fly to my hair, fingers twisting, pulling. I smirk against her, dragging my tongue through her slick heat, slow, savoring, teasing her with featherlight strokes.

Her moans are breathless and desperate, her body shifting, trying to take more. I grip her hips tight, holding her still. She whimpers, her back arching off the bed. I circle my tongue over her clit, slow and devastating, then flick harder, faster, setting a rhythm that has her writhing beneath me.

I’m in no hurry. I want her to feel this, to enjoy it. I suck hard at her clit, teasing her with my tongue, feeling her thighs trembling around my shoulders. She’s so close, her legs tightening, her breathing ragged. “You taste fucking delicious,” I mutter, lapping at her just right, drawing her higher, keeping her at the edge.

She gasps, then curses my name before she falls apart, body shaking, legs clenching around me as she comes, hard and fast. Her pleasure rolls through her in waves as I stroke her through it, not stopping until she’s completely sated.

I press a final kiss to her inner thigh, grinning against her soft skin. Then I move up her body, ready to ruin her all over again. I flip her onto her stomach, my hand sliding up her spine, then back down again as I drag her hips up, positioning her exactly how I want her. She shivers in anticipation, need, surrender.

“Hands on the headboard,” I order.

She hesitates just for a second. Then, with a soft whimper, she obeys, gripping the carved wood, bracing herself.

Good girl.

My palm trails over the curve of her ass, smoothing over the soft skin before I give it a sharp smack. She gasps in surprise, but she doesn’t move away.

“You like that, don’t you?”

I can see her fingers tightening on the headboard. “Yes, sir,” she whispers.

Fuck. The way she says it, breathless and obedient, with just a hint of defiance underneath…

A low growl escapes my throat, and I grip her hips, lining myself up, teasing her with the head of my cock. I slide in just a little, then pull out. She pushes back, desperate, a frustrated moan spilling from her lips. I continue the movement, tormenting her, making her squirm, making her beg. “Tell me how much you want it.”

She presses her forehead to the pillow. “I need it. Please.”

I sink in, slow and deep, stretching her, filling her inch by inch. She groans as she arches her back, her fingers curling tighter around the headboard. “You take me so well,” I say, dragging my hands over her back, her hips, holding her still as I thrust deeper.

She gasps, pressing back against me. I grip her hips tighter, keeping her right where I want her.

I set the pace—slow, deep, deliberate. Her breathing turns erratic, every thrust pushing her higher. Her body clenches around me, her moans turning to desperate cries. She’s helpless, and she’s close.

I reach around, fingers finding her clit, stroking until she lets go. She cries out my name, her body convulsing around me, dragging me dangerously close to the edge. But I’m not finished yet. I flip her onto her back, pressing her into the mattress before she can even catch her breath.

Her eyes are hazy, dazed, lips parted as she looks up at me. Her legs instinctively wrap around my waist, locking me in place, pulling me in deeper. I groan, thrusting harder, faster, chasing that final, devastating high. “I want to see your face when you come this time,” I growl, my forehead pressing against hers.

Her hands claw at my back, her nails raking over my skin.

“You’re mine, Kat,” I whisper, our lips brushing.

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