Page 43 of Wretched Soul
“Is my little slayer awake now?” he asks.
I lift my head from the pillow. I manage a nod and hum something inaudible as he continues to work me with his fingers.
“Can I take my prize now?”
“P– please,” I reply, gasping as his fingers curl inside me and I clench around them.
I’m whimpering when he removes his hands so he can pull down my shorts. They tangle briefly with my trembling legs, but then I’m open and bare to him. Shade remains fully dressed, which I hope to rectify, but as I go to sit up, he pushes a palm to my chest and forces me back onto the mattress.
“Stay where you are.”
“But I want…”
“Lily,” Shade says in a firm tone. “When you win the chase, you can call the shots. Until then, do as you’re told and stay on your back.”
I let out a sigh of frustration as I let my arms flop above my head. “I’ll hold you to that,” I warn. Like I’m ever going to track him down. It’s not as if I can type a search into Google for a hot male with three brothers and it’s going to generate a name.
As I wait for his next move, I hear the crackle of a wrapper opening. Has he changed his mind about using a condom? I go to lift my head, but Shade looms over me again.
“Open your mouth.”
I swallow back the question of why, and part my lips. Shade places something on my tongue. It’s flat, cool and hard. And it starts to melt.
“Oh, my fucking god,” I moan as the chocolate coats my tongue. “This is the fantasy I never knew I needed.”
“Great, my plan of using it to keep you quiet didn’t work,” Shade observes, but I hear the smile in his voice as he settles back into position.
I close my eyes as he strokes my inner thighs. The rasp of skin against skin grows softer as he trails his fingers along my center. My back arches in anticipation of him touching my clit again. If this is what losing feels like, I don’t know if I could cope with winning.
The mattress creaks, and instead of his fingers, there’s intense pressure that sends a thousand volts through my body. Except it’s not pressure. It’s sucking. He has his mouth around that throbbing bundle of nerves.
I swallow back melting chocolate in a gulp. “Shade!” I rasp as my fingers dig into my pillow.
He can’t answer because his tongue is busy circling my clit. I thrust forward as he flicks and sucks some more. My lower belly twists in delicious torture, and when he pushes his fingers inside me, I punch my hips forward.
I ride his face, and each time my ass rises off the bed, I’m lifted closer to the orgasm I’m chasing. Tingles ripple along my spine, and each lap of his tongue has me reaching higher. I’m so close. Does he know?
My brow furrows in concentration as I try to form intelligible words. “Shade, I’m going to… Don’t you want…? Want… Oh, god. Oh, Shade!”
I grasp for the head between my legs. I’m sure I mean to pull him off me so we can share this beautiful wave of ecstasy, but it’s coming. No. Not it. Me!
“Don’t stop! Please, Shade,” I beg hoarsely. “Don’t stop!”
Digging my fingers into his scalp, I shatter against his mouth. I pant, and cry, and moan as wave after wave hits me, sending tremors up my spine and through my body. My fingers knot his hair, but if I’m hurting him, it doesn’t put him off his stride. His curled fingers keep my orgasm going on for what seems like days. I can barely catch my breath between each jolt of pleasure.
It’s only when my clit becomes so sensitive that I jerk with every lick of his tongue, that Shade releases me. My hands remain tangled in his hair as he trails kisses up my body until he finds my mouth. I taste my orgasm on his lips, mixing with the chocolate he fed me. When I plunge my tongue into his mouth, he groans as he sucks that too.
His cock presses against my abdomen, hard and demanding. It’s time to fuck, and I tug his hair to break our kiss. I want him naked.
“Ghuh,” I say. I’m still coming down from what he just did to me, and I can’t form words yet.
Shade chuckles. He actually chuckles. “Did you say something, Slayer?”
I hum a yes, then take a breath. “Fuck me,” I gasp.
Shade kisses my nose. “I don’t think you could take any more tonight.”
He doesn’t say it like a challenge. He actually means it. “You’re not staying?” I ask, trying not to whine.
