Page 139 of Going Viral for Christmas
Cool air kisses the skin Soren reveals, and I shiver from the way he watches every movement. He eases the fabric down my legs, knuckles grazing my calves. My entire nervous system lights up, and by the time he takes them off completely, I’m breathless. He hasn’t even touched me where I need him most.
Soren nudges my legs open, and I tense on instinct. I want this—Lord, Ido—but it’shappening. This isn’t a fantasy anymore. This is Soren between my thighs, peering up at me. And he’s about to remake me from the inside out.
I’m not sure I’m breathing. I’m not sure I remember how.
He presses a kiss to the inside of my knee, eyes locked on mine. My brain wants me to bolt. But my heart is doing cartwheels, screaming about every wall I’ve ever built and how this man kicked them down with a single glance.
His gaze never leaves mine. He squeezes my thighs—gentle, grounding. “You okay?” he asks, voice quiet. He knows I’m halfway to losing my mind.
I nod, too fast. “Yeah. Just… outside my body a little.”
His smile is soft. Unbearably tender. “Let me bring you back.” Soren leans in, presses a kiss to the inside of my thigh this time, and I nearly come apart from that alone. “You’re safe, Bells. And tonight, you’re mine. And you matter.”
No one’s ever touched me like I mattered. Soren wants tolearnme. The others wanted to conquer. Perform. Take.
Sore rises, and his lips crush to mine as one hand palms the back ofmy head to hold me in place. He doesn’t kiss me like I’m a battle to be fought. He kisses me like I’m the victory already in his hands.
He peels back, and his eyes drink me in. I’m stripped bare in front of him, my legs parted, my breath ragged, my entire lower body trembling—and he’s still on his knees, staring at me. To him, I’m something to behold.
I should be embarrassed. But I’m not. I’mbold. Confident. He makes me that way.
By the adoration in his eyes. By the fact that he hasn’t even touched me down there yet, and I’m already coming undone.
Soren dips down, kisses me higher this time on the inside of my thigh. The scrape of his stubble drags a gasp from my throat.
Another kiss. And another. He trails them closer to my sex, his breath a whisper against my skin. One hand hooks my leg over his shoulder while the other splays over my hip to steady me. Smart. I might fly away if he doesn’t hold me down.
His tongue licks straight up my center, deep, slow,purposeful, as though he’s waited a thousand lifetimes for this and plans to take his time tasting every second.
A moan rips from my chest, and his hand tightens on my hip in response. He likes that. He wants more. And sweethell, I want more too.
His lips are not tentative. Or shy. My fingers clutch the couch cushions beside me while his tongue traces circles that electrify my brain. I’m not outside my body anymore. I’mburiedinside it, every nerve ending awake. Every thought is a blur. Every inch of me is open and trembling under the weight of this man’s mouth.
I can’t think.
I can barely breathe.
My body is one long, trembling wire pulled taut, and Soren’s mouth is the spark teasing closer and closer to the break.
He doesn’t change rhythm. He keeps me on the edge, circling it again and again until my legs are shaking, my lungs no longer know how to function.
Soren’s hands stay firm on my thighs, securing me to him, and the noises leaving me aren’t pretty. They’re ragged. Desperate. Choked.
His tongue moves with maddening precision, with deep strokes that split me open and devour in the same breath. His nose brushes where I need friction most, and I see stars.Actual fucking stars.
“Oh mygod, Soren—” I gasp, voice raspy and useless.
“Yes, baby,” he hums against me–a man proud of his work, and that vibrationdetonatesheat low in my belly.
I’m close. So close it terrifies me. So close, I want to run.
I don’t.
I stay.
Iallowit to happen.
Because I fucking want it.
