Page 80 of The Barbaric Fae's Soul

I was panting when he pulled his face away from my core long enough to growl, “Are there any sensitive places inside you?”

My mind spun, and I tried to come up with words. Mostly, I didn’t succeed.

But everything he knew about sex, I had taught him. So he wouldn’t know, if I didn’t tell him.

I finally managed to explain quickly, “Supposedly, there’s a g-spot. A sensitive patch sort of close to my clit, but inside me. I’ve never found it though, or had anyone else find it.” I stumbled over the words a little, but the heat in his eyes told me he didn’t give a damn about my stumbling.

He studied me with interest as he began moving his finger inside me, painfully slowly. He was stroking my insides—trying to find that spot. And he didn’t even notice the water falling over his head, dripping down his face.

My knees buckled when he found the spot, and a curse escaped me when his hand landed on my abdomen, holding me up.

His lips curved wickedly, still glistening with the evidence of how good he’d been to me, and he stroked it again.

A moan escaped me, and the back of my head hit the shower wall.

He swiped his tongue over my clit again as he slowly teased that spot.

I cried out as he continued touching, and tasting, and stroking. Pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

And when I finally shattered, I did so with a scream, my hips arching desperately against him.

Aev was growling in satisfaction when I finally came down from the high, panting. He hadn’t given up on my clit—he was still licking me slowly. I didn’t think he was even trying to take me back to the edge yet, though. He just didn’t want to stop. His reluctance when he finally pulled away confirmed that suspicion.

I sagged against the wall, completely spent and insanely satisfied. “You’re really good at that,” I managed.

He chuckled, standing and stepping up to me until our bare chests collided. I frowned when I realized he was still wearing shorts, and then reached down to take them off.

Aev caught my hands before I could undo the fastener on them. “This is about you,” he said, eyes hot as he dragged my hands back to his lips and brushed the soft flesh over my knuckles.

“I want it to be about both of us,” I countered, tugging my hands back down to his shorts. “You probably don’t even know what a blowjob is, do you?”

He shook his head, his gaze focused on watching my hands move against his skin as I slowly unfastened his shorts.

“Then I think it’s my job to educate you,” I said playfully. My hands found the waistband of his shorts, and I pulled them down slowly. His cock sprung free, and I took in a sharp breath of air as I looked at him.

I’d forgotten how big he was.

Howgorgeoushe was.

His shorts hit the floor, and he kicked them out of the way as I wrapped a hand around his erection. “Damn, Vines. Look at you,” I murmured, kneeling in front of him.

He gave me a choked growl as I leaned my face up to his erection and dragged the tip of my tongue over his slit. The taste of his pleasure was so much better than expected—and I leaned in further, wrapping my lips around the head of him.

One of his hands buried in my hair, and the other formed a tight fist on the wall. I got the sense that he was fighting with himself not to grab my face, not to use me the way he probably wanted to.

“It’ll be better when you claim me if you lose it in my mouth first,” I told him, speaking around his erection. A desperate snarl escaped him, and his hips jerked lightly while his hand in my hair tightened.

I focused on his cock, sucking and bobbing slowly. His hips jerked harder, the movements growing more desperate as he neared the edge.

“Show me how good you’ll fill me, Vines,” I told him, my tongue bumping the underside of him as I spoke without pulling away. “Show me how much you like fucking my mouth.”

The words sent him over the edge.

He roared, bucking his hips wildly. I knew he was out of control—and I loved it so damn much.

His pleasure flooded my mouth and my throat, his erection never bottoming out as he fought not to hurt me, even in his most overwhelming moments.

“Holy fuck, Thorns,” he growled at me, chest heaving as he pulled his cock from my mouth with a popping noise and lifted me to my feet. He tugged me into his arms, hugging me fiercely tight. “If your mouth is that good, I can’t even imagine what it’ll feel like to be inside you.”

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