Page 88 of Their Lethal Pet
I shiver, that last statement sounding like a dream and a threat all wrapped up in a seductive male voice.
Warmth bleeds through me, my chest aching from the sensual onslaught.
I need to breathe.
To stretch my tingly limbs.
To fall into a deep slumber.
But just as my eyes close, I feel Reaper’s fingers against my lips, his touch wet as he paints my mouth.
My eyes fly open.Is he…?
“Taste yourself,” he whispers, confirming my suspicions as he pushes his fingers inside to touch my tongue.
I tremble, the sinful flavor one I’ve never indulged in.
“Describe it to me,” he demands. “Tell me what your pussy tastes like, pet.”
I quiver, his wicked request doing something to me.
I want to obey him.
And more, I want toenticehim.
Return the favor of his words with sensual ones of my own.
I suck his fingers deeper into my mouth and twirl my tongue around the tips, a soft groan rumbling inside me. Then I slowly release him and tilt my head so I can see him from the corner of my eye.
It’s so early that the sun hasn’t risen yet.
But his silver-blue irises are practically glittering in the dark.
“Sweet,” I tell him softly. “I taste sweet. Like the strawberry cupcakes. But there’s a subtle hint of something tangy, too.”
He grins. “A perfect treat.” He catches my chin before I can react and pulls me into a kiss.
My back is still to his front, but he’s balancing on his elbow and leaning over me so I’m not straining my neck.
Which is a good thing, as this is my first kiss. Maybe he knows that. Maybe he doesn’t. Regardless, he’s making sure I enjoy it.
He doesn’t rush. He simply presses his lips to mine for a long, sensual moment.
Then his tongue gently slips into my mouth to tentatively deepen our embrace.
I shiver, goose bumps dancing along my nape.
Because I can feel his restraint. It’s written into the hard lines of his torso and the taut muscles pressing up against me.
His body resembles granite.
Inflexible and stiff.
Yet he’s also hot.Like lava rock.
His grip on my chin disappears, his fingers traveling to lock in my hair as he pulls me even tighter against him.
His kiss is hungrier now, his tongue sliding deeper into my mouth as he silently demands that I accept this new pace.
