Page 76 of Savage Sacrifice
“Yeah,” he repeats, and my finger curls around his upper arm, anticipation clawing through me.
Before I have a chance to question how irresponsible it is of me to be thinking with my pussy when my world is holding on by a thread, I’m flat on my back, thighs splayed and a wolf between them. I wrap my arms around his neck, gaze focused on his lips as his tongue peeks out.
Damn.
I reach up, cupping his cheek as he brushes the hair off my face.
“Or maybe we should count sheep instead,” he offers, and I glare at him, nostrils flaring as I instinctively arch my back, grinding my core up against his thick cock that weighs heavily a fraction of an inch away from where I want him—where Ineedhim.
“Don’t offer me my favorite kind of nightcap and then threaten to take it away,” I mutter, and he smirks.
“I wasn’t threatening, I was just double-checking,” he replies before focusing his attention on the sensitive spot between my neck and my shoulder.
My back arches of its own accord this time, exposing more of my throat to him as he runs his lips over my skin again and again. Goosebumps rise in his wake as I breathe his name.
“Tatum.”
I don’t know what I need apart from the resounding truth that it’s him. I need him to consume me more than I need my next breath.
“So beautiful, Polaris,” he rasps, lips dragging over my skin, and I groan. My fingers dig deeper into his shoulders as I cling to him.
His hands find my waist and the delicate glide of his thumb across my skin has another moan parting my lips, but he swallows this one as he crushes his mouth to mine. Every inch he moves higher, his fingers ghosting beneath the oversized tee, has my breath lodging tightly in my throat.
My eyes roll to the back of my head as I pull him closer, giving him better access to roll up my tee, and I shiver as my nipples pebble the moment they’re exposed. My breath is ragged no matter how much I try to calm myself down, but the second I even attempt to pry my eyes open, his lips wrap around one taut peak as he teases the other with the pad of his thumb. My eyelids slam closed once again, euphoria coloring the back of them as my body grinds up, desperate to feel him everywhere.
His touch is light, gentle, almost delicate, and it sends need coursing through my veins. He inches lower, trailing kisses between the valley of my breasts before whispering them over my stomach.
I need to see him, I need to watch, I need to know this is real.
Forcing myself up onto my elbows, I peer down the length of my body to find his eyes fixed on mine. Ready. Waiting. A salacious grin spreads across his face as he swipes his tongue around my belly button, sending another shiver rippling through my limbs as he draws closer to my core.
I can feel his body heat over my needy center, but even when his tongue meets the waistband of my panties, he remains slow and languid, teasing me with his body.
“Tatum.”
It’s a plea this time, and he knows it.
Without a word, he inches lower, grazing his lips over my lace panties before raking his teeth over my pussy, making my hands fist the sheets at my sides.
My sensitive nub threatens to detonate with every touch, sending fireworks through my veins. I’m moving before I realize it, tugging at the hair tie that holds his hair in a messy bun at the back of his head, and I watch in delight as it unravels, cascading over his shoulders and across my thighs while his eyes remain on mine.
Damn.
Balancing on one arm, I run my free hand through his hair before curling my fingers into the ends just in time for him to snap my panties, discarding them without care as he turns his attention to my core.
There’s no second to catch my breath, to prepare, to process the desire that’s about to course through my body.
No.
He’s a man starved, feasting on my pussy like it’s the only thing keeping him alive.
I tug on his hair as my limbs work overtime, grinding up to meet every lap of his tongue. I give up trying to keep my balance, falling flat on the bed so I can press my feet into the mattress to ride his face from whatever angle I can get friction.
“That’s it, Polaris. Fuck my face.”
His husky voice is like a command from the heavens, my body responding without pause as he thrusts two fingers into my core.
My cries grow louder, his name a chant on my lips as I hold on.
