Page 73 of Ruthless Alpha Beast
The swirl of his tongue, the way he cups my breast—it’s too much, and not enough all at once. I feel him between my legs already.
I want more.
Jasper worships me, his mouth trailing down my torso, each kiss melting my skin.
I’m trembling.
By the time he reaches the edge of my panties, my whole body is vibrating with need.
His eyes are shut.
“Do you feel good?” His voice is husky, almost strained.
I nod frantically.
He pauses for a second, his rough hands firmly on each thigh, his tongue tracing the outline of my panties.
I clutch onto the sheets around me for support.
Just the feel of his mouth on my skin is driving me insane.
Then our eyes lock for the briefest moment, and amid the hunger, there’s something else there.
A connection that makes my heart tighten.
It feels like ocean waves are crashing beneath my skin.
Please, I want to whisper,don’t stop.
And then he doesn’t. He strips my panties away in one fluid motion, and his mouth is on me—hot, wet, and hungry.
I cry out, grabbing the back of his head, clinging to him as though he’s the only thing anchoring me. His tongue moves with an instinctive rhythm, kissing, sucking, licking me like he knows my body better than I do.
“Yes,” I gasp, my voice breaking as pleasure floods me.
He groans against me, the sound vibrating straight through my core, and then it undoes me completely. I buck my hips, riding his mouth.
I need him closer.
I let myself be carried away—my eyes closing, the pleasure spiraling inside my pussy and stomach.
Then Jasper groans against me, low, deep, vibrating right through my core—and it unravels me. I buck into him, grabbing his head like he’s the only thing tethering me to earth, and my orgasm rips through me.
It crashes, wild and overwhelming, pulling a moan from deep in my throat. For a moment, everything is gone—every ache, every fear, all my confusion. All that exists is him. Jasper. His mouth is still worshipping me, drinking me in as though I’m the only thing he needs.
I could stay here forever.
But he’s trembling too, rutting against the bed like he can barely restrain himself. His voice comes out rough and strained.
“You’re fucking amazing, Tara.”
His words burn through me. He kisses me just above my sex, and it makes me ache all over again.
It’s like I’m his queen—he’s worshipping at my altar, trying to hold himself back.
My legs lower, and he continues to lay kisses on the space just above my pussy.
Slowly but surely, my orgasm begins to settle inside me like a resting animal.
