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“No. But shouldn’t we be doing something we both enjoy?”
He frowned, his face a mask of confusion. “You’re not liking this? AmI doing it wrong?”
“No! Well, I don’t actuallyknow, because I’ve never…” The line between his eyebrows deepened. “But we should just… have sex. That way we canbothhave a good time instead of just me.”
The next thing I felt was the flat of his tongue against my clit, pressing just enough to make me clench and exhale in a rush. The pointed tip was circling around it, which was such a tiny movement, and yet it sent my hand straight to my mouth. It made me bite the fleshy part of my palm to stop myself from screaming and waking up Gabbi.
“Enka!” My voice sounded like someone else’s. I kept it low, but it was broken “But I thought…”
“You said I should do something I enjoy.” His breath was hot against me. “Thisis something Ilove.”
“You can’t possibly want to—”
He squeezed my leg. “I can’t think of a moment since I’ve met you that I didn’t want to.”
It was so intimate. But I couldn’t protest when he looked so spellbound, staring at me, at my face, my breasts, my pussy—my entire body, as if I was the most beautiful thing in the world. As if I was something he coveted with his whole heart.
His hand was so big, open over my abdomen and holding me down, inching higher and closer to my breasts, but never close enough. Sprawled back on the giant sofa-bed, I was a little embarrassed of how squishy my stomach was. Of the way it rolled over and the cellulite in my legs.
The fact that Ihadn’tshaved, so there was body haireverywhere. In all the places that I hadn’t thought he’d be seeing tonight.Definitelynot burying his face in. Enka, though, didn’t seem to mind.
“Wouldn’t you rather—”
A nip with those fangs. “No.”
“I didn’t even say—”
He glanced up. “There isn’t anything I’d rather do.”
“But—”
He sucked on one of my lips with a wet, loud noise, and I gasped. Then his tongue was inside me—thick and long—and I moaned, half in surprise, half in ecstasy.
Oh, yes.
“Fuck,” someone said. It wasn’t me—I was pretty sure of that, but couldn’t be certain—so it must have been him. “Fuck.”
Chapter Thirty-two
Tasia
It was incredible. Completely out of the stratosphere. His tongue, moving in and out, lapping and circling, and his nose against my skin, and the hungry sounds he made from deep in his chest whenever I clenched around him, and I was going to… I was going to…
I wasn’t sure I was going to come. Until tonight, I’d never come withanother person before. Only alone. “I don’t know if I can,” I murmured apologetically, hating how reedy my voice sounded.
“Fuck, yes,” he groaned. His tongue swiped the entirety of my pussy. A long, broad stroke. “Please.” I didn’t think I’d ever heard him quite as enthusiastic about anything. It kicked the whole thing a few notches higher for me, and it got worse when I noticed what his arm was up to. The one that wasn’t cupping the cheek of my ass and holding me open.
He hadn’t taken himself out of his pants yet, I thought—not that I could see anyway—and that was so unfair, since I was splayed wide open for him. But from the way his arm was shifting, how his hand was moving up and down slowly, that was just unbearable. I arched further, my spine shaping a perfect curve as the back of my head hit the pillow.
“Tasia,” he whispered. He leaned back a few inches and kissed the inside of my trembling thigh. He took a breath with his nose, as if to hold my scent within himself. “Don’t come yet.”
His lips brushed against my pussy as his tongue dipped in again, and I squeezed my eyes shut. There was a burning, liquid heat blossoming in my tummy, spilling all over me. My nails clawed at the sheets, grasping for something to hold onto. This wasimpossible.
“Enka.”
“No. Two more minutes,” he growled. He sucked hard on my clit—Goddess,yes. There.
“I’m—I can’t.”
