Page 149 of Nemesync
Breathe Z, breathe.
When he reaches my core, he presses his palm against it, I can’t inhale anything right now. “So wet, I haven’t even touched you yet.”
He plants kisses on my folds before focusing his attention on my clit with his tongue, sucking and circling it with so much hunger.
“That’s perfect…” I breathe.
The sensation is overwhelming, and I find it difficult, even impossible, to keep my eyes open. I can’t take in the pleasure of feeling his mouth on me. He continues sucking and teasing, then introduces a finger, and another one inside me.
Oh. My. God.
Breathe Z, breathe.
But I fucking can’t. It’s too much, he is too much.
My breath catches again as he curls them inside, moving faster and faster, while still licking my clit with his tongue. Just seconds after he introduces a third finger, I come undone, trembling like I was being touched for the first time.
My eyes roll back, and I exhale his name, “Eli...”
Seconds pass, and he cleans the mess I made with his tongue and fingers, then looks at me, dazed, smiling. “Repeat my name again when you come, and I won’t be able to control myself. I’ll have to bend you over and fuck you, Zanae. Not that I’ll complain.”
We kiss, tasting each other in our mouths. His warm skin pressed against mine as he backed away to let me breathe. I smile at him. “I haven’t even told you about tonight.”
He chuckles before leaning in again, brushing his lips against my jaw before getting up. “You’re right. I was too distracted.”
“Maybe I should get on my knees more often, then.” I reply, smiling.
He leans in once more, brushing his smiling lips on my jaw before getting up. Goosebumps. Shivers.Chills.“Definitely. I’m going to let you refresh yourself and get comfortable, and then we’ll discuss it.”
He kisses my neck and lets me move to the room.
“You look good from any angle, but I have to say my favorite is from below your waist,” I say, grinning, before he playfully spanks my naked flesh, making me laugh as I run to the room.
After changing into my pajamas, I returned to him. He’s in sweatpants, bare-chested, sitting on the sofa. I sit beside him, snuggling against his arm, and begin. “The hacker I told you about, the one I met tonight—Brian. She’s been watching me. She survived the organization, and she wants to take them down too.”
He looks at me skeptically, his hand resting on my hip, while the other one caresses my arm. “What does she want from you?”
“She said she’s been observing me since my early days working with my father, watching me at dinners, events and all. Also, the organization is fully aware of my ties to the Zennites—they gave me a stupid nickname too,the Huntress.”
He smiles, and tilt his head toward me, “The Huntress? What do they know about you?”
“I don’t know, it’s unclear.”
“And this Brian? Can we trust her?”
Can we? I recall my meeting with her vividly. She never once looked away from me, and her eyes were completely soft. Notonce did her eyebrows furrow. She kept her arms relaxed at her sides, it felt honest and sincere. And when she smiled, her eyes followed. No defensiveness or discomfort, her facial expressions were consistent with her words.
She wasn’t lying. I’m sure.
“I think we can. She’s been a victim of the organization, and survived an attempt on her life.” I look at him, confident. “She genuinely wants to make them disappear. She mentioned her best friend, he’s like the leader of the Colombian cartel, she thinks we can aid each other.”
He rises from his seat, taking a sip of his vodka. “We have to be careful with her, even though I trust your judgment,Milaya. But it’s your life we’re talking about.”
A smile plays on my lips, “I understand. But if there’s a chance to end this, we should explore it.”
His gaze softens as he leans closer, enveloping me in his arms. “Hey, I trust your instincts. If you think this Brian can assist us, I’ll stand by your choice. Just promise me you won’t take other risks.”
“I promise.”
