Page 138 of Going Viral for Christmas
Her body goes taut, shudders, her thighs clamp around my hand as she cries out my name. Unhurried, I keep moving her through it, sweet and idle, until she’s soft and trembling beneath me.
Once her breathing returns to normal, my fingers slip free, slick and shining, and I bring them to my mouth to lick every last drop off.
“Fucking delicious,” I growl. “Next time, I’m going to have your legs over my shoulders while I lap up every moan you make with my tongue.”
Ava lets out a shaky sound that lands somewhere between scandalized andplease do that immediately.
I kiss her again—filthy and affectionate altogether—becausedamn, I’m becomingaddicted to this, to her.
And as my lips devour hers, I’m sealing a promise I haven’t dared to say out loud yet—one I’ll spend forever keeping if she lets me.
Ava peels back and hits me with a surprise blow. “Why wait for next time? Why not now?”
Everything comes to a screeching halt, and my pulse punches the inside of my throat as it does. This woman managed to flip the power dynamic in one sentence. And those two questionsvaporizedwhatever thread of control I was clinging to.
Not quite believing I heard her right, I pull back to see her face, her eyes dark and steady on mine, andfuck me—I’ve never wanted someone, or something, as much as I want Ava Bell’s pussy dripping on my tongue.
“What?” I ask, clarifying because I’m not walking away from that.
“Why not now?” she repeats.
A wicked smile spreads across my face. I’m not going just to lick Ava. I’m going to shatter her…slowly. Break her into a million fragments, that only I’ll know how to hold together.
Twenty-Three
AVA
Why not now?
The words echo in my head the second they leave my mouth, floating in the space between us.
Soren goes stock fucking still. His eyes lock on mine. Everythingshifts. The air. The tension. The gravity in the room. Whatever leash he’s been holding himself back with?
Gone. As if it never existed in the first place.
Cautiously, he slides off the couch, settling on his knees in front of me.Knees.In front ofme. As though I’m something holy. Like he’s about to pray.
I’m outside my body watching it happen. This is someone else’s night. Someone else’s pleasure. I don’tdothis. I no longer let men in. I don’t get to have this sort of thing.
His hands come to my knees, thumbs pressing softly into the sides, warm and resolute. I should stop this. I should say something, laugh it off, run into my bedroom and lock the door, do literally anything else—but I don’t. Ican’t.
That gleam in Soren’s eyes? I’m pretty sure it means he’s about to revise everything I thought I knewabout my own body.
Fuck it.
I want to forget the walls.
I want to be the woman Soren Pembry gets on his knees for.
Even if it’s just foronenight.
Calloused hands trail down the outside of my thighs, so achingly slow, my breath catches, and my toes curl.
Soren isn’t rushing. His hands slide to the waistband of my leggings, fingers hooking gently. There’s a silent question written in his eyes.
I nod.
Taking his time, he peels them down inch by inch, along with my panties. For him, this isn’t about speed, it’s about intention. About me.
