Page 84 of The Invitation

I cry out, jolting, hissing my way through the prolonged pain until it starts to subside. “I’m asking myself that question all the time.” I gasp, my endurance waning.

“You can handle anything.”

“That’s enough.” I find his eyes and see he hears me. Releasing my arms, he crowds me, rewarding me with a deep, long, worshipful kiss.

“One more,” he says quietly, unbending his body. “Give me one more.”

I see his intention in a second and hold my breath as he levels the candle.

And tips.

The heat hits my nipple, and fuck, it’s intense. I cover my face, battling through, and then jolt, but not because of the pain. No. The pain’s gone and sparks of pleasure have just shot like bullets down to my pussy.Jesus.He pulls my hands away from my face, and the moment I have his eyes, I justhaveto ravish him. I shoot up and climb into his lap, devouring him.

“Fuck,” Jude blurts. “Amelia, the candle!”

I rip my mouth away, my breathing laboured, as Jude grabs the glass container off the bed and blows out the flame, tossing the candle aside before tackling me back down to the sheets, smothering me, our kiss loud and frenzied, hard but soft, hands everywhere.

“Hot?” he asks.

“Really fucking hot,” I confirm.

“Let me fix that.” He rolls us, getting me on top of him, then pushes me up so I’m standing by the bed, him sitting on the edge before me. He reaches for the ice bucket, and his intention clicks. My God, he’s hell-bent on breaking me. Taking a cube, he works it in his hand for a few moments, and I’m quickly calling on my strength again, holding my breath.

He places the cube on my breast and rolls it around my nipple. My head drops back.

Then it’s gliding down my stomach.

Between my legs.

And he pushes it into me.

I gulp at the shock invasion, my muscles naturally clenching around the ice, the cold almost unbearable. “I don’t know if I can hold it.”

Jude drops to his back. “Sit on my face.”

Oh God.

“Get on my fucking face, Amelia.” Taking my hand, he pulls me forward, my knees hitting the bed on either side of his legs. He helps me into place, my thighs framing his face, and I look down at him as my pussy comes to rest on his lips.

Air leaves my lungs on a long, loud gust when the heat of his mouth mixes with the ice, the pleasure instant and out of this fucking world. “Oh my God,” I gasp as he licks, sucks, laps, and swirls, his eyes glistening up at me. Reaching back, I lean on his stomach with one hand, looking up at the ceiling, concentrating. Focusing.

Coming.

So hard.

I start to rock on his mouth, the pressure building.

I rock harder.

Building.

“Fuck!” I yell, a lightning bolt hitting me straight between my thighs. I crumple, folding forward over his head, completely covering him, gasping and panting, squeezing my eyes closed. The power of my release is incapacitating. I can’t move. Can’t speak. Jude’s probably suffocating beneath me, smothered in my pussy.

So I force some strength into my arms and push myself up, and he helps me shuffle down his body so I’m sitting on his stomach. He smiles at my torso and reaches for the dots of wax, peeling them off one by one and flicking them away.

“How was it for you?” he asks.

“One star.”

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