Page 76 of The King of Hearts

My cheeks flush, and my hands shake more from being turned on so much than anything else as I reach down and spread my lips. Ryker’s gaze turns hungry, ravenous, feral and it adds fuel to the fire already blazing through me.

Using one hand, he shoves the band of his sweats down below his testicles and with the other, he wraps his fingers around his cock. He’s long and hard, the head an angry red as he slides his hand up and down. My mouth waters, wanting to lick up the length of him and suck him into my mouth. To lap away the bead of moisture that’s clinging to the tip. I never thought I’d be so into giving blow jobs, but it’s what I want to do right now. I want that thing filling my mouth, stuffing it so full that spit slides out the corners of my lips. I can still feel him in my throat from that time on the balcony at the Sheppard Ball.

“So fucking beautiful,” he grates. “All pink and soft and dripping wet. A feast for me to devour.” He looks up, his heated gaze meeting mine. “You want my mouth there, Vicious?”

A shudder racks through me. “Yes,” I moan.

“Beg me. Beg me to fuck it with my tongue. To lap up all of your juices and devour your pretty cunt. To bite and lick and eat it.”

I’m so desperate for his touch that the plea leaves my mouth automatically. “Please.”

“Please, what? You’ll lay there and fucking suffer unless you say the words, Savina.”

“Please.” I lick my lips. “Please lick me. Eat me.”

He jacks his cock a few more times before he shoves his sweats the rest of the way down his legs. He crawls on the mattress and doesn’t stop moving until his knees are between my spread feet. He grabs the back of my thighs and forces my legs back so far that my knees are near my ears and my ass is in the air. Before I get the chance to register what’s going on, his face is in my pussy and he’s taking his first long swipe with his tongue.

I jerk in his hold, a loud cry forcing its way out of my mouth. “Oh, God!”

“Ryker,” he snarls and bites down on my lips. “You saymyfucking name.” Then he goes back to licking.

“Ryker,” I moan.

His rumble of approval sends shock waves through me. “Again.”

“Ryker!” I shout.

Still with his hands on my thighs, he pushes my legs out further, spreading them as far as they’ll go. I latch my fingers through his hair and pull him tighter against me.

It’s just like he said, he’s turned me into a wanton fucking whore for him.

“Fuck my face, Vicious,” he grunts. “Smear your juices all over me. Fucking smother me and take what’s only yours.”

I do so. I grind so hard against his face that it’s a miracle he can still breathe. I tip my chin against my chest and watch as he completely consumes me, devouring me whole, eating me like I’m the last meal he’ll ever have. Waves of intense pleasure slam through my body, stealing my breath and my very sanity.

Before I fall over the steep cliff I’m quickly climbing, he takes his mouth away.

“No, please,” I whimper, looking down at him with pleading eyes. The lower half of his face is covered with my arousal.

He doesn’t even acknowledge my plea as he releases one of my thighs, but lays his arm over the back of them, keeping them in place. His other hand goes between my legs and we both watch what he’s doing. Using his index finger, he poises it at my entrance. I’m transfixed as he slowly pushes it inside until he meets the thin strip of my innocence. His eyes lift to mine, and there’s no way to describe the look in them.

With our gazes still locked, and a steady, merciless move, he thrusts his finger inside me, tearing away my innocence. I cry out at the pain, shocked at how much it hurts. My legs stiffen, and I try to shove him off of me, but his hold is too strong. I griphis hair hard enough that I feel strands snap, but still he stays right where he is.

“Two fucking years I’ve waited to do this,” he says, his voice dark and filled with gravel. “To feel your virgin blood on my hands. To taste it on my tongue. Now I’ll claim every last drop of it.”

Then his finger leaves me, and he drops his head. The first swipe of his tongue is soothing, the warmth a comfort against my tender flesh. When he shoves it inside me, touching the torn edges, it stings, but it’s not completely unpleasant. In fact, the pain sends bolts of pleasure to my nerve endings, and I arch up into his touch.

He plunders my pussy, pushing his tongue inside as far as it’ll go before backing out and laving it around my clit. His teeth clamp down on the sensitive bundle of nerves and he sucks hard.

He pushes my legs back further, my knees digging into the mattress by my head. His whole mouth covers my pussy, and I feel a suction, like he’s trying to suck out every drop of blood that seeps from me, just like he said he wanted.

“Yes!” I cry to the ceiling. “Ryker, yes! Just like that!”

He shakes his head like an animal and growls against me, and the vibration has my eyes snapping closed. One hand leaves his hair to reach over my head, my hand pressing against the headboard for purchase as he utterly destroys me.

“You taste like fucking heaven and sin all at once,” he groans.

When my orgasm hits, it does with a force that shocks me. It starts in my core and takes over every molecule of my body, lighting each cell on fire. The shout I release as my insides liquefy is so loud I’m surprised the windows don’t rattle.

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