Page 104 of The Love Syllabus

And I do. I rock my hips onto his thick fingers, chasing the slow, deliberate friction he gives me, needing more.

Vic watches every move I make. His eyes flicker between my parted lips and where I’m riding his hand.

“That’s right,” he murmurs, his other hand gripping my waist, guiding my movement. “Just like that. Take what you need from me.”

His fingers sink deeper, stretching me open and hitting the spot that makes me break.

A sharp cry slips past my lips as the intense orgasm rushes through my body.

“There she is,” he praises. “That’s what I want.”

I gasp, my nails digging into his arms, but he’s not done.

Vic pulls his soaking wet fingers from inside me, reaches for the whipped cream, then dips his fingers in, bringing them straight to my mouth.

“Taste,” he demands, his voice husky and raw.

I part my lips, and he slides his fingers inside, pressing them against my tongue. The sweet cream mixes with the taste of me, and I whimper, sucking greedily, licking every last bit from his fingers.

Vic groans, his erection straining against my soaked lingerie.

“Fuck, Kerry,” he rasps, pulling his fingers from my mouth, my lips swollen and wet. “You’re so damn sweet.”

He flips me onto my back and spreads my thighs. I barely have time to catch my breath before I see it—the bowl of melted milk chocolate in his hand.

Vic drizzles the warm chocolate over my stomach, letting it drip lower and lower until I let out a sharp breath. My nerves sizzle as the chocolate pools between my thighs.

With a wicked gleam in his eyes, he dips two fingers into the caramel, then watches me as he drags them through my slick folds, spreading the thick, golden sugar over me with the precision of a man crafting a culinary masterpiece.

I shudder, under his touch, his control, hisgazeas his tongue dives inside of me. His tongue drags through the chocolate and caramel, licking up every last drop before flicking against my clit, devouring me like I’m his final meal.

I cry out, my back arches off the blankets, my hands fly to his head, gripping, pulling, and grasping at nothing. But he doesn’t let up.

Vic groans, and I lose myself in him, rolling my hips into his mouth and riding the pleasure.

“That’s it,” he growls against me. “Keep going, Kerry. Make a mess on my face.”

And I do. I come hard and fast and all over him. My body shakes as I scream his name. My thighs tremble, but he holds me down and laps up every bit of my release.

When I finally collapse against the pillows—weak, limp, and trembling, Vic slowly moves back up my body, his lips brushing my ear as he whispers, “You’re the most delicious dessert I’ve ever tasted.”

Vic’s dick flexes painfully hard against my thigh while presses his lips against mine, letting me taste myself on his tongue.

He reaches for a soft cloth, dips it into warm water, and without a word, he cleans me off, drawing slow circles on my skin. He glides his finger over my stomach, my thighs, and my sensitive core. I watch him through my heavy, lidded eyes, barely able to keep them open as he presses a kiss to my wrist, then my lips.

Then, without hesitation, he lifts me into his arms. I gasp, wrapping my arms around his neck, feeling so small, so safe, and so completely his.

The firelight flickers as he carries me down the hall to the massive bedroom where he gently lowers me onto the bed.

“Are you ready to sleep?” He asks softly.

I should be. I’m exhausted, drained, and unable to take more. Yet, I still want more. Ineedmore.

I shake my head. “No.”

He lifts his brow, waiting for me to continue. He needs me to tell him exactly what and who I want.

I swallow, my heart pounding as I hold his gaze, my hands skimming up his strong, tattooed arm.

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