Page 92 of Indulge
He tilts his head, amused by my desperation.
“I love it when you beg.”
He crawls onto the bed, dragging his palms up my thighs.
“Remember the rules,” he warns. “You keep your eyes open. You watch. If you close them, I stop.”
“I like watching you,” I breathe.
His grin is wicked. Then his tongue finds my clit. I moan softly, and his low groan vibrates against me.
“You taste like fuckin’ heaven,” he murmurs.
I reach for his hair on instinct, but he pulls back.
“Grab the railings on the headboard. Don’t move.”
I do as I’m told. My pulse roars in my ears.
“Next time, I’ll tie you up. You need it.”
I nod, shaking, watching every move, every flick of his tongue, every thrust of his fingers as he works me open.
This is so hot I can barely breathe.
“You’re right, Irish,” I gasp, hips rolling helplessly against his face.
“You’re really fucking good at this.”
He laughs against my skin, the vibration nearly undoing me. Then his teeth sink lightly into my thigh, marking me, claiming me. And I’ve never felt more free.
And as pleasure crashes through me, a dangerous image sears my mind— Rowan walking in.
His mouth claiming mine while Reggie’s tongue ruins me.
Two men feeding off my sounds, my surrender, my need.
It’s filthy. It’s wrong. And it makes my whole body shake.
I try to stop my thoughts. That fantasy I know I can never have. Reggie senses it. Of course he does. The man reads my body like a book.
“Eyes on me, Bella.” His voice rips through the haze. I obey. But it’s hard to stay grounded when he looks at me like that, like he already owns every inch of me.
He shifts up, and his hand slides around my throat while he works me with his other hand, just enough pressure to make the world shrink until it’s only him.
My body trembles, the edges of pleasure turning wild inside of me.
“Let go,” he murmurs. “Don’t hold back from me.”
And I don’t.
The sound that leaves me isn’t a moan, it’s a full-on surrender.
His rhythm deepens, coaxing every breath I have left.
Every nerve hums with the ache of being known.
He watches me unravel, and it feels almost cruel how calm he stays while I fall apart under him and I finally shatter.
