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I groan into her, the vibration making her legs twitch.
Her thighs tremble against my jaw, and I want them to close.
I want her to try and smother me, to lose control, to shake until she’s raw.
Because I’m not stopping.
I grip her hips tighter, holding her in place as I eat her like she’s my last meal. Like I’ve only now remembered how to breathe.
And maybe I have.
Because this?
Her taste, her scent, her cries, the way she falls apart for me like she wants to,thisis better than anything I’ve ever touched.
Adriana Scarlet Castillo, spread, an offering forme.
She whimpers again, tugging helplessly at her restraints, her voice breaking. “I-I’m close, please, don’t stop—”
I groan against her. “Never.”
I flatten my tongue and press hard against her clit, stroking in perfect rhythm until her hips start to stutter.
“That’s it, Tesoro,” I rasp between licks. “Come for me. On my tongue. Give me everything.”
Her body goes taut—legs locked, wrists straining, mouth open in a silent scream, and then she breaks.
She comes hard, soaking my mouth, my chin, grinding down, shameless. And I keep going. Keep licking through her aftershocks until she’s gasping my name like it’s the only word she knows.
“Angelo! Ay Dios, I can’t!”
“Yes, you can,” I murmur hoarsely. “You will.Again.”
And I dive back in.
She cries out, overstimulated but helpless, writhing, but I don’t stop. Not until she’s shaking, sobbing, until I’ve wrung every ounce of pleasure from her.
Until she’s wrecked.
When I finally pull back, my face is soaked, my lips swollen, and I’m painfully hard. But I don’t give a fuck.
I lick her one last time, slow and torturous.
Then I stand, undo the belt binding her wrists, and catch her as she collapses into me—arms weak, legs trembling.
She buries her face in my chest, breath ragged.
“You’re insane,” she whispers with a quiet chuckle.
“No,” I murmur against her temple. “I’m in love.”
Chapter 42
Scarlet
Clara sets down the last dish, something roasted and beautiful that smells like home, and wipes her hands on her apron with a satisfied smile. The table is set. Wine poured. Candles flickering.
It’s…perfect.
