Shit.
And I mean it this time.
I'm in bloody deep shit, a shudder rocking my body as the shifter, ignoring the way I'm still holding his wrists, starts caressing my knees.
"Please..." My voice comes out with a mortifying quiver, but what's worse is how I don't even know if I'm pleading for him to stop or go on, my own protests be damned.
"You know you want it, too, darling." His voice is soft and mocking, but I can't even make myself hate him for it. He might be a jerk, with the way he's only thinking about sex, but at least he's being honest about it.
"And besides..." A smirk plays over his lips. "Don't you humans have a saying about situations like this?"
We do?
"What happens in Wunderland...stays in Wunderland."
It's the last thing I expect him to say, but just as a tiny laugh escapes me, the jerk doesn't hesitate to use my distraction to his advantage, and the next thing I know, he's already brushed my hands away, his head disappearing between my legs.
Oh God.
I grip his hair, trying to yank him off, but his fingers have already pulled my panties to one side, and at the first flick of his tongue against my embarrassingly wet sex, I'm completely and absolutely lost.
Aaah!
I fall back against the table with a shudder, thoughts of protests vanishing in a blink as his tongue strokes up and down my flesh.
A part of me is stunned helpless: I haven't even had my first kiss, and here's a man between my legs, eating my pussy.
The thought should make me feel sick and ashamed, but it just makes my breath quicken, my blood leaping in excitement, and when I feel the strokes of his tongue quicken as well—-
Oh God.
When he reaches for my hands and moves them up to my thighs, the thought of refusing his silent command doesn't even cross my mind. The pleasure of his possession has consumed me, and I can only hold my legs wide open to give the shifter the access he needs.
And oh, what he does after that...
A soft, tremulous cry spills past my lips as I feel him pry my folds open, and my cheeks heat up as I felt his burning gaze on my exposed sex.
"Beautiful, Addie." There's nothing playful about his voice now, his words instead coming out in a possessive growl that makes my insides quiver all the more. "So fucking beautiful..."
I want to cry out for him to stop, but my mind refuses to cooperate, all thoughts slipping away the moment he bends his head back down. He's tonguing my folds again, and all I can do is grip the rounded edges of the table.
He's licking me so good, just so, so good, and...aaaaaaah!
My body buckles the moment I feel his tongue slowly and firmly pushing inside of me. I forget to hold my legs open at the exquisite shock of it, but with his tongue already inside of me, his hands are free to reclaim my thighs and hold them down.
My breasts start to ache, my nipples tightening with arousal as the thrusts of his tongue turn into hard, deep stabs. The pleasure is excruciating, and at one point I accidentally push the chest of cookies off the table. It's just so, so good...just too, too good that my control starts to break, and I'm no longer able to keep myself silent.
"Rayé."
I never wanted to say his name, much less whimper it out.
But it happens anyway, and oh, the sound of it...
It's exactly how I feared.
His name on my lips is too exquisitely intimate, and it feels right. Just so, so right that when I hear Rayé growl against my flesh, I know...
He feels the same way, too.
There's just something about the two of us—-
Just something there, and I can no longer deny the truth.
Just something right and beautiful—-
And when his mouth suddenly lifts—-
Oh God!
His lips close over my clit.
Aaaaaaah.
I thought I'd know what to expect, with all the novels I've read, but the moment I feel his mouth on my clit, I realize right away that I know nothing at all.
There's just no way I could've imagined this pleasure of feeling his tongue laving my nub, and all I can do is shudder and whimper as he starts sucking my clit.
Rayé, Rayé, Rayé...
His name is all I can think of as the pleasure intensifies, and God, but he's just so bloody good at this. Just too bloody good, with the way he seems to know exactly what to do to drive me crazy.
He knows how to suck on my clit at just the right angle, knows how to lick at just the right time, and later, much, much later, I'm already a sobbing, shuddering mess under his mouth—-
His teeth nips the swollen, quivering bud of my sex with just the right amount of pain—-