Page 52 of Simon

If she responded just by the touch of my hands and my tongue, what would she do when other parts of me touched her?

I licked between her fingers, tasting the salty skin beneath the ‘blood-stained’ liquid. She moaned softly, a noise that set my blood on fire. I wanted to taste more of her, to explore every inch of her body with my lips and tongue.

“Simon,” she whispered. “What are you doing?” Her voice was shaky, unsure.

I met her eyes, holding her gaze as I slowly pulled away. I didn’t have words to form. I was unsure what to say. What was I doing exactly?

I continued to lick through her fingers, and her breasts pressed against her dress. I swore I could see the tips of them peek through the material, and I let out a hard breath of air between them.

“Your taste… I can’t stop.” I swallowed one of her fingers into my mouth, twirling my tongue around it. I licked down her palm to her wrist.

Before I could nip at her wrist, her hands flew up and cupped the scruff of my face as she pulled me to hers. Her lips found mine with urgency, and her tongue darted between my lips.

What was she doing?

I parted them, and her tongue entered my mouth.

So warm, so wet… everything I ever dreamed kissing would be.

Her hands gripped the back of my neck, pulling me closer as our kiss deepened. I could taste the lingering sweetness from the juice of the root on her tongue.

I wrapped my arms around her and made her straddle my waist. She grunted in response, situating her pussy next to my shaft.

Shit! This dress. Her clothing was the only thing keeping my shaft from her slit.

With a quiet growl, I broke the kiss, and my eyes locked onto hers. “Lucy,” I rasped hoarsely, my voice barely above a whisper.

She smiled, a devious grin spreading across her face. “Simon,” she answered back just as quietly. Her eyes darkened to a level of desire that I never knew I would see from a female.

She wanted this just as much as I did.

Thank the goddess!

I leaned in again, and our lips met once more in urgency. This time, it was different. She had hunger, the same as mine.

My fingers grazed the roots beside me, still bleeding the red, sweet liquid. I broke the kiss and held up my fingers, and she leaned forward, taking them into her mouth.

I imagined it was my thick shaft, and I let out a whimper, bucking my hips against her.

I was going to expel my seed, just watching her lick my fingers.

Once she finished, she grabbed the back of my head, tightening her grip on my hair. She pulled me forward and controlled the kiss. As our tongues dueled within our mouths, her fingers continued to play with the hair at the back of my neck, sending shivers down my spine. I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her even closer to me, and rubbed myself into her heat.

“Gods, Simon, what’s happening? It feels so—”

I rolled over and pushed her into the soft moss. My mouth left hers while I licked down her neck. There were traces of the sweet liquid from the roots, but that wasn’t what I wanted anymore. I just wantedhertaste.

I emitted a low, guttural grunt, the sound reverberating in my throat. My tongue glided down her chest, the taste of her skin lingering on my taste buds. My rough claws tugged at the fabric of her stained dress.

Lucy’s breath hitched as I continued downward, her heart pounded against my ears. I traced the curve of her chest with my tongue, savoring the taste of her skin as she moaned my name.

She wants this.

She wants me.

My claws cut through the fabric as if it were parchment and left a trail of shreds on the forest floor.

Her breasts came into view. They were soft, so full.

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