Page 46 of The Lightkeeper

He licked and lapped and groaned throughout, and it felt like all of me was reduced to the knot of pleasure between my thighs.

I grappled for his head once more, clutching him so tight that I would’ve worried about suffocating him if he wasn’t already burying himself out of hunger. Within seconds, I couldn’t even decipher what I was feeling—how his tongue was moving the waythat it was or if it was his lips. All I knew was that it was the most incredible thing I’d ever felt.

“So wet for me,” he grunted, his mouth moving like he couldn’t get enough. “So creamy.”

I gasped, my back bowing when his lips closed over my clit and sucked. I’d never felt such bright, intense pleasure before. It spiraled and seared and crashed through me like my own personal lightning strike, creating an avalanche of pleasure I couldn’t stop. My core pulsed with the growing ache, spots flickering in my vision as my release began to claw at me. And that was when I felt him—his finger teasing my entrance.

“Kit—” I wanted to warn him that I was too close—too sensitive. But I had no chance before his big finger pushed inside my clenching muscles all the way until it hit that anatomical spot of nerves I only knew about in theory. Like he’d pushed on aneasybutton, my orgasm exploded through my body.

I cried out as my body went taut.God, it felt so good from him.Was that reasonable? Was it possible? Or was I just imagining the difference between the orgasms I gave myself and the one he’d given me?

“Fuck, you’re responsive,” he growled, and before I could wonder about being insecure, he groaned and added, “I’m going to make you come again, sea star, you taste so fucking sweet.”

Again?I didn’t have a single second more to think about it before his lips embedded his growl into my swollen pussy. This time, it was lips and tongue and fingers that assaulted me. Layering pleasure like the finest delicacy through my veins. Vaguely, I heard my unabashed cries and whimpers for more. Vaguely, I registered that at some point, my legs had wrapped around his neck, pinning me to his face.

He tortured me with precision—the same precision he used when drawing my specimens. He traced every detail of my swollenclit with his tongue, shaped its pleasure with his lips, and then drew new pleasure from his fingers driving inside my pussy.

First it was one finger and then two that he pushed deep inside and then dragged along my front wall over my G-spot, reducing me to a puddle of pleasure. Literally. I felt my desire leak down to the seam of my ass, messy and wanton.

“Kit,” I whimpered, desperate to come again.

“Shh,” he cooed against my slick flesh. “I’m experimenting.”

Torturing.He was torturing. Over and over he worked my body close to another peak with his fingers and his tongue, testing my limits and taking them higher without letting me come down.

Experimentation had become torture, and before long, torture had become master. My head lolled from side to side, willing to trade the oxygen of my next breath if he’d just give me the climax he edged me with.

“Please,” I panted, trying to grind harder against his touch. “Please, Kit. I need you.”

For a split second, he stilled, his head tipped so his eyes could meet mine. And then with a low, feral sound, his mouth sealed back over me, his fingers slamming against my G-spot as he sucked furiously on my clit.

I couldn’t breathe. I was sure my heart had stopped beating and that I was going to faint any second, but then I heard him, his rough mutter keeping me conscious for one more moment.

“That’s it, sea star,” he said roughly, and then I felt it—the slide of his thumb along the seam of my ass before it pressed to my tight hole.

It wasn’t a lot—it was probably hardly anything—but even the slightest touch on such a sensitive area was enough to whip me violently over the edge.

I screamed as my climax decimated me. My back bowed, and I came around his fingers and against his mouth so hard I was certain there was no room for him to breathe. And still, he didn’tleave me to crash, he kept touching me—stroking me—guiding me with deep groans of pleasure through the most intense orgasm to ever exist.

Wave after wave of pleasure tore through me, and by the time it finally began to let up, I was convinced I’d lost limbs in the process—that I’d have to figure out some way to regenerate the pieces of me that Kit had claimed for himself.

“Fucking perfect,” he said with a low rumble of appreciation as he lifted his head.

Heat flooded my cheeks. His face was soaked. His beard glistening… covered in… me. My desire. My orgasm. And when his fingers slid out of me, they were drenched, too.

“What just happened?” I whispered, my chest heaving to catch the beat of my heart.

His wicked tongue slid out and licked his lips first before he sucked his fingers clean. “Experimentation.” His mouth quirked to one side.

Was erotic experimentation a thing? Could it be?

I pushed up on my elbows.“I made a mess of you.”

The mattress shifted and he was over me in an instant, my chin pinned in his fingers. “No, sea star. I made a mess of you.” His mouth crushed mine in a deep kiss. I could taste myself on his tongue and it was… interesting. Sensual.Intimate.“Don’t move.” And then he was gone, to the bathroom, and I could hear the faucet whoosh on.

I managed to sit up just as he came back into the room, kneeling back between my legs with a warm cloth.I caught his grimace as he stood—the reason for it stretching the front of his jeans to the point of bursting.

“Kit.” I grabbed his wrist before he could walk away. His head jerked to mine, and I held his gaze as I pulled the washcloth from his hand and dropped it onto the floor.

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