Page 238 of Money Reigns
I sink into her, deep, relentless, and for a second I think I could stay here forever, just get lost in her until the world ends. But it isn’t enough. Not tonight. Not for this.
I need more. I need all of her.
I pull out slow, she clenches around me like she’d drag me back in if she could, and she whimpers my name like a wound. The sound nearly undoes me, but I force myself down, gripping her thighs and spreading her wide.
“War—” her voice cracks. “Don’t stop—”
“Oh, I’m not stopping,” I growl, lowering my mouth to her. “I’m never stopping.”
I taste her. Sweet, soaked, desperate
The first swipe of my tongue makes her moan, head thrashing on the pillows. I groan into her, devouring, licking deep and slow like I can drink back every second we’ve been apart.
“Sweetest fucking thing I’ve ever had,” I rasp between licks.
Her hand shootsinto my hair, knuckles white, fingers tangling in the damp strands. Her moans fill the room, each one a divine plea, music to my ears. I don’t let up. I can’t. My tongue circles her clit again and again, driven by a thirst that can’t be quenched.
My fingers digging into her lush thighs, how could I ever have told her she’s free from me.
She will never be free from me.
I need Olivia Baker.
“War!” she cries out as my lips seal around her clit and suck.
The way her thighs tremble and her hips roll make my eyes roll back.
A goddess, that is what she is.
“War,” she gasps, thighs clenching around my head. “I-I can’t—”
“You can,” I growl, voice rough, vibrating against her skin. “You will. Forme.”
Her back arches, body going rigid as I flick my tongue against her oversensitive clit.
The cry she lets out is one of pure surrender.
Her hand tightens in my hair, pulling as if to yank me away, but I only push forward, my hands on her hips keeping her in place.
There’s a sob in her voice when she gasps out my name again, the words shaky, broken. Her body trembles under me as she comes, thighs closing around my head, but I don’t stop. I can’t.
I savor her taste, the sweet, shivering surrender. I feast on her pleasure, every gasp, every whimper, every twitch of her thighs.
It’s intoxicating, addictive. I could live off this alone, her taste, her warmth, the way she looks at me when I give her what we both crave.
“I need you, War,” she whispers, a desperate plea. I smirk against her skin, a rough chuckle escaping me.
“I need you more, sweet girl,” I growl back, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses up her soft stomach, to her breasts, my tongue trailing her nipple before capturing it between my teeth, biting until she gasps. She writhes beneath me, but I keep her pinned down with my weight, my hands holding her hips captive. Her nails dig into my shoulders, a desperate plea etched into her skin.
“War...” Her voice is a broken whimper, and the desperation in it sends a thrill through me.
My eyes meet hers.
“I won’t ever leave you again,” she promises, brushing my hair back, her gaze locks with mine. Her words are a balm, soothing the raw ache of her absence, the void she left behind.
“Good,” I growl, releasing her nipple with a wet pop, grinning at the whine that escapes her parted lips. “Because I won’t ever let you.”
Her legs tighten around me like chains.
