Page 66 of Soft Tissue Damage
“I like danger tonight.” I tilt my mouth up to his, inviting him to do what he wouldn’t earlier in front of all those men.
He holds my face in his hands, caressing me as his breath fans my lips. Then his mouth descends on mine.
Cullan’s lips are as warm and delicious as they were the first time he kissed me. I lose myself in the moment, letting myself want him utterly and completely, and damn the consequences.
“Do you like the real me?” he asks between kisses. His fingers trail down my body and he caresses my sex over my black lace underwear. I’m so wet between my thighs, and he must be able to feel it.
“I do,” I moan, as his fingers graze my clit.
He smiles, and slants his lips over mine once more. “Then I’ll just have to show you more of me.”
He scoops me up in his arms and places me on the broad rim of the fountain. The stone is cold, but wide enough to be comfortable.
Kneeling before me, his hands wrap around my ankles, and tighten. He plants kisses on the insides of my knees, and then my thighs, kissing higher and higher and spreading my legs.
Instead of taking off my underwear, he pulls it to one side with his middle finger, and uses the others to stroke me.
“Can I lick you, darlin’? You look so fucking sweet.”
“Please,” I breathe.
He moves closer and inhales me like I’m the finest perfume, and then uses the tip of his tongue to taste me. Even a light caress has me crying out. I’m starving for more, and he gives it to me, using the soft, wetness of his tongue and lips to pleasure me, over and over, while my blood plumps harder and desire sings through my body.
His fingers briefly caress the contraceptive patch on my hip. “What’s this for?”
“Birth control,” I gasp with my head thrown back.
“Hm. Ever thought about taking it off?”
Ripping it from my body and sleeping with my boss? The thought has occurred to me once or twice as an illicit fantasy. Accidentally getting pregnant by Cullan and him adoring my changing body while he becomes even more protective of me.
“Well, I…” I lose my train of thought. The insistent swipes of his tongue make me forget everything but what he’s doing to me.
“You’re a virgin, Elena?”
I nod, my head tipping back again from pleasure. “Yes. But maybe… Maybe I don’t want to be.”
I feel him smile as he caresses me with his tongue. “Is that so?”
Cullan murmurs between sucks of my clit and lashes of his tongue, “Before I fuck you, and I will fuck you, there’s something you should know about me.”
“Mm?” I reply, my eyes still closed. I’m getting so close. The orgasm that’s steadily approaching feels powerful, and when it hits me I hope I don’t overbalance and fall into the fountain, but Cullan has a firm hold on me.
“About what I’m really like.”
I smile as the heat in my core doubles. “I know what you’re like, Cullan.”
“You don’t. But I want you to.”
“All right,” I breathe, focused on the pleasure he’s giving me. I already know that I’m dangerously enchanted with this man.
“I’ll tell you, but whatever you do, don’t run. Or I won’t be able to resist chasing you.”
“Why would I…”
But his tongue slides firmly against my clit, over and over, and the question I was going to ask is lost to me.
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