Page 136 of The Perfect Wrong

If he doesn’t stop, I’m afraid I’ll hurt him.

It’s either bite down harder or scream bloody murder.

I’m panting now.

Locked onto his hand so hard I’ll leave teeth marks.

My whole body heaves, begging for release, aching for those languid, evil tongue strokes to bring mehome.

“Y-you can’t keep me waiting. Not fair!” I pant when his tongue gives me a second of rest. “Chris...please.Please.You’re killing me.”

He ignores my pleas.

I think he enjoys driving me out of my mind.

Until his mouth shifts up, and his fingers replace his tongue, strumming with the same hard, alpha vigor we shared that first night on the beach.

Heaven help me.

But there’s nobody to shield me from the ruthless climax that sends me to heaven’s gates.

My hips writhe helplessly against his face.

His grip tightens, and so does my core.

I throw myself against his mouth like a madwoman, gasping, so close to—

Coming!

When it hits, I’m turned inside out.

My release isn’t white and red and starlit like before.

This time, it’s all emerald green, the color of my ruin by one dragon man.

Chris licks me the whole way through my convulsions, throwing me deeper into ecstasy, drowning me.

He laps for what feels like forever, snarling thunder through my flesh, his muffled breath so hot.

Delia, don’t stop,I can hear him saying.Come out your soul.

I can’t believe how long I ride the high, how my body doesn’t want to stop even when I’m ragged and licked raw.

Right now, I’m just his and nothing more.

I am his property.

I am his dirty secret.

I am his in heat and heart and flesh.

When I can finally breathe again without wanting to black out, I’m so flushed, so drenched in sweat, it’s a struggle to look at him.

And when I do, another shock.

His naked skin rubs against mine, soothing me with its warmth as he slowly rolls me over.

Then he’s at eye level, twining one hand through my hair, pulling my ear to his lips.

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