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“Why don’t you find out?” I say. I’m momentarily astonished at my boldness, but it disappears when they grin and lean down, tugging at the lace with their teeth before their hands rip it down my legs.

Their fingers return to my hip bone, so lightly it raises goosebumps as they trace the small wave tattoo. My gaze turns from their fingers to their own underwear, and my hands reach to tug it down, but they strip it off for me.

“Tell me if you want to stop,” they say, leaning over me again and kissing across my collarbone. Their mouth presses into the softness of my breasts, and I groan at their teasing as they avoid my nipple.

“Frankie,” I say, grasping their hair and pulling.

They chuckle against my skin, then take my nipple in their mouth and suck, swirling their tongue around it before releasing it with a pop.

“Oh god,” I mutter, my hips already aching to grind against them as they trail kisses down my stomach.

“Can I lick your pussy, Addison?” they say, and my entire body flushes at the dirty words coming from that sinful mouth.

I nod, but they wait.

“Yes!” I cry. “Please, yes.”

And it’s absolute bliss. Their tongue swipes up my center, splitting me open, and they suck on my lips before dipping in to taste me. I’m quickly lost in the pleasure, and I groan when they swipe my clit with their tongue and curltwo fingers inside me, stroking that spot gently as well. The pressure is perfect, and my brain can’t figure out which sensations to focus on.

“Where?” they ask, and it’s something I’ve never been asked before. My brain blanks, a lethal combination of surprise and desire.

“Tell me where,” they say, their tongue slowly moving across my clit. When it hits the spot that makes my toes curl, I gasp.

“There,” I say, my voice hoarse with pleasure. “Right there.”

Frankie sucks my clit into their mouth and strokes that perfect, mind-numbing spot. I’m gasping, I can’t get enough air, and my fingers scrabble along the blanket covering Frankie’s bed. They grab my hand and move it to their head, not letting up on the pressure of their mouth, and then their free hand goes to my breast, tweaking and pinching my nipple.

My eyes roll and my back arches, my body caving to the pleasure as my legs tense on either side of Frankie’s head. They hum, and it undoes me.

The orgasm crashes over me and I pulse against Frankie’s tongue, around their fingers, my body never having felt anything so intense before as it lasts for moments, minutes, ages. My head is stuck in clouds of bliss as my body obeys Frankie’s wishes, succumbing to their desires, submitting to the rule of their mouth.

CHAPTER TWELVE

FRANKIE

“Frankie, Frankie.”

Addison gasps my name, coming down from the throes of her orgasm. I feel supremely satisfied as I lean back to take in her pleasure-wrecked body. Her soft brown hair spilling across my pillow, her long legs languid as they fall to the mattress on either side of me, her perfect breasts pink and heaving for breath.

I lean forward again to flatten my tongue against the tiny wave tattoo on her hip, licking it, then biting it, then dropping a soft kiss.

Addison giggles, goddamngiggles,and it’s the best sound I’ve ever heard. Though her moans from moments ago are a close second. I grin as I pull my body up hers, dropping little nips and kisses along the way as she squirms and laughs beneath me.

I prop myself on one arm next to her, placing one final kiss on her swollen lips. I stroke the hair back from her face as she gazes up at me with those ridiculously blue eyes, still trying to catch her breath.

My own breathing feels unsteady in my lungs, like this moment might not be real. I can’t fathom how hard and fast I’ve fallen for this woman, and to have her in my bed right now is a fantasy I wasn’t confident would come to life.

Forget witches, are succubi real?I wonder. Those are the seductive demons, right? Addisonmusthave some ofthat in her blood.

She interrupts my derailing thoughts when she angles up onto her elbow and pushes me flat to my back in the process. Her eyes are sparkling, her mouth tilted into a satisfied smile as she leans forward to suck the skin of my neck between her lips.

“My turn,” she whispers, her lips moving against my throat as she licks and sucks, finding her own path down my body. Her fingers, then her tongue, trail along my collarbone and then down my chest. She pauses to suck first one nipple, then the other into her mouth, biting the buds lightly between her teeth and slowly increasing the pressure until I groan. Her eyes dart up to mine with a wicked smile, my nipple still trapped between her teeth and I throw my head back. I was right before, when I had the thought that she’ll be the death of me. I don’t know if I’m going to survive this.

I quickly realize she’s tracing my tattoos as she brushes her fingers down my sternum and her lips follow the same path to my navel. But instead of stopping where I want her, where I need her, she skips past my hips and scoots her body down the bed, curling one hand around my ankle.

Her eyes meet mine again as she flicks her tongue out, connecting with the tattoo that starts on my inner ankle, right above the bone. My skin breaks out in goosebumps as she kisses and nips, licks and sucks her way up my calf, then along my inner thigh. She switches legs, going to the tattoo on my opposite thigh and following it up to my inner hip bone.

I angle my hips, desperate for her to touch me, and her breath ghosts over my lower lips. I unconsciously buck up into her and she huffs a laugh. A husky, sexy as fuck laugh that causes my core to clench around nothing.

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