Page 10 of His Orders

I’m shaking, right there, right on the edge of breaking, when he suddenly pulls back, his breath warm against my skin.

“Not yet,” he murmurs. “Not until you understand exactly what a man can do to you.”

And then his mouth is on me again, slower this time, more torturous, and I realize nothing and no one is going to stop him from taking what he wants tonight, least of all me.

My knees buckle, but Ethan’s grip tightens, keeping me pinned against the wall, keeping me exactly where he wants me. My mouth drops, but no sound comes out. His fingers dig into my thighs, spreading me wider, giving him full access. He spreads me open with his thumbs, exposing my swollen folds to the full sweep of his mouth.

His tongue slides out again, broad and hot, the first stroke a languid drag from my entrance to my clit, drawing out a whimper from me. The flat of his tongue presses deep between my lips before curling upward, teasing the edges. He circles my clit once, twice, barely touching it, just skimming, just enough to make me squirm.

“God, Ethan.” My words die into a silent scream as he changes it, now licking in tight figure-eights, tongue flicking over the sensitive nub in a rhythm that’s maddeningly perfect—slow enough to draw it out, firm enough to drive me wild. Every few seconds, he pauses, draws a hot breath against me, and then sucks my clit into his mouth like he needs my taste to breathe.

The sound of it is obscene, wet and messy and loud, the slick echo of each stroke filling the space between my gasps. His mouth works like he’s drinking me in, tongue dragging upthrough my folds again and again, flattening out to catch every drop, then curling to flick my clit with quick, shallow lashes.

“Love when you squirm like that,” he mutters, dragging the flat of his tongue across me again. He groans as he licks, the vibration traveling through me like electricity. Then he buries his tongue inside, deep and slow, fucking me with it until I’m panting, my thighs trembling around his head. He pulls out just enough to kiss my clit again, then slides back down to do it all over, like he’s building me up on purpose, refusing to let me fall just yet.

There is no time, no space, only the heat of his mouth, the devastating flick of his tongue, the way he fucks me with it like he’s starving. He sucks my clit between his lips, lashes it with his tongue, then releases just to do it all over again, drowning me in sensation, in pleasure so sharp and deep that I’m clawing at his shoulders, at his hair, trying to hold onto something solid. But there’s nothing—nothing—except the way he consumes me like he’s making up for years of distance, like this was inevitable.

A dark, satisfied groan rumbles from his throat, vibrating against me, sending another wave of heat crashing through my system.

I gasp, my head thudding back against the wall. “Ethan?—”

He growls in response, shaking his head slightly as if to say,Don’t talk. Just take it.And then his tongue plunges inside me, fucking me deeply, his nose pressing against my clit, his rhythm punishing, his intent absolutely unhinged.

My body locks up, every muscle going tight, my thighs trying to snap shut around his head, but he forces them wider, his grip almost bruising. He owns me in this moment—there is no otherword for it. Every flick of his tongue, every slow drag of his lips against my flesh is designed to wreck me, to make me fall apart completely under his control.

I’m panting, begging, the pleasure coiling so violently that I can’t contain it anymore. My legs tremble, my hands scramble against the wall behind me, but I have nowhere to go.

He won’t let me go.

And then I’m screaming—loudly, my voice breaking as he sucks my clit into his mouth and wrecks me, his tongue stroking me through every dizzying wave, refusing to let me come down, refusing to let me breathe. I yank at his hair, trying to push him away, trying to save myself from the sheer intensity of what he’s doing, but he doesn’t stop, doesn’t even pause.

Hedragsme through it, lapping at me, taking every last tremor, every last moan, until my vision whites out, until I have nothing left to give.

And then, finally, finally, he rises.

His mouth crashes onto mine, hard, stealing the breath from my lungs, his kiss deep, bruising, a claim and a rebuke all at once. I taste myself on his tongue, sharp and unmistakable, as his hands thread through my hair, tilting my head back so he can devour me the way he just did with his mouth between my thighs.

I moan into his mouth, my body still shuddering from the way he just unraveled me, but it’s not enough. Not even close. I whimper against his lips, my fingers clutching at his shoulders, pulling him closer, needing more.

Ethan exhales sharply, gripping my wrists and forcing them above my head, pinning me against the wall as his body pressesflush against mine. I can feel him—thick, hard, ready. His cock strains against the fabric of his pants, rubbing against my bare, over-sensitized skin, teasing me until I’m writhing, aching for him.

But he doesn’t give in.

Instead, he leans in, his lips brushing my ear. “Say it.”

I whimper, my body trembling, but he just tightens his grip, holding me still.

“Say it, Ivy,” he demands, his tone edged with raw control, with absolute possession. “Tell me how badly you want me.”

I bite my lip, my breath uneven, my thighs already clenching around him. “Ethan, please.”

His free hand trails down my side, slow, taunting, before gripping my bare hip and pulling me against him, letting me feel exactly what he’s going to do to me.

“That’s not begging,” he murmurs, his tongue flicking against my pulse point, teasing me just like he did before he ruined me with his mouth.

A shudder racks through me, and I break. Completely.

“Please,” I gasp, shameless, desperate, unable to care about anything except the way he’s making me feel. “I need you, Ethan. I need you inside me. Now.”

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