Page 86 of Reckless Promises

I don’t know what to call what he does to me other than art. Every movement sends my senses into another universe.

He slides his tongue out and up to my clit, flicking it as he drives his fingers in.

“Cillian,” I pant.

I didn’t realize that this lingerie paired with the knife he gave me would garner this reaction, but I’m drowning in the waves he’s rolling through me as he draws letters between my legs.

“Your screams, Odette.” He pulses his fingers so deep, my entire chest loses air. “All I want right now are your screams.”

He fucks me with his fingers and drives me to the edge, which only makes me squeeze my thighs to the sides of his face.

“You like that?” He looks up at me as he slows his tongue, running it in lazy circles over my clit. “You want to watch me eat my dessert?”

Cillian slowly drags his tongue down through me, before running it back up again, never taking his eyes off me.

“Sweet as sin, Clover.” He pulls back, and I can’t help but groan. “Don’t worry, I’m not even close to done with you yet.”

He grabs one of my legs and twists it up and over his head, spinning me around until I’m bent over with my stomach on the table and my hips digging into the edge.

His palms flatten over my ass, rubbing down to the backs of my thighs, and then back up again. His thumbs toy with my pussy each time he grazes over it. And I can’t help but push my hips back against him when he stands tall behind me.

“Teasing me with your pretty round ass.” Cillian smacks a flat palm on it and my body jerks forward with my scream.

He rubs it, dropping to his knees and once more diving between my legs. His fingers reach around to circle my clit while his tongue fucks me.

My skin’s still stinging from the spanking, and I can’t catch my breath. Screams rip from my throat the more ravenous he becomes.

He drives his tongue in as my body starts to shake, and my pussy squeezes around it. He hums while I come on his face, and he pulls my hips to bury himself in my pussy.

“Cillian.” I need more. I need all of him.

When I finally stop shaking, Cillian stands behind me once more, jutting his hips against my ass to give me a taste of how hard he is for me.

“You want me to fuck you, Clover?”

“Yes, please.”

“Please.” He hums, his fingers toying up and down the back of my legs. “I like the sound of that. Tonight, you’re going to be begging for me. Then maybe you’ll learn to put on clothes before leaving our bedroom.”

Cillian drives two fingers in, and I’m still so sensitive from my climax that it almost pushes me into another one.

“So wet for your husband.” He pulls his hand away. “But that’s enough playing out here. I’ve got something special in mind, and we’re only doing that in our room.”

Our room.

Why does that light fireworks in my chest?

He grabs the sides of my arms and pulls me up, slowly sliding me off the table until my feet touch the ground.But my legs are shaky, so I have to brace myself against the table as he wraps my robe around me.

He secures it in the front, then picks me up in his arms.

“You can’t carry me across the house.”

“Why not?” He grins, walking us out of the room.

“It’s ridiculous. I can walk.”

“And you can also let me take care of you.”

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