Xander is the epitome of male beauty – tall, blond, hard, slightly tanned.
Kneeling at the foot of the bed, he stares straight at my pussy and I instinctively close my thighs.
“Nuh-uh.” He shakes his head, a disapproving glare on his face. “Open them wide.”
“But I can’t.”
“Yes, you can and you want to.”
“But –”
“You don’t want to?”
I bite my lower lip.
“Answer me, Green.”
I can do more than answer him when he calls me that. I can fly to the moon and carve my name in the stars like he once brought me a star – that I might still be hiding.
That name means he’s still my shield in the world and I’m still his.
I can do everything with that name.
I’m invincible with that name.
Slowly, I open my legs, facing away from him.
“What did I say about looking at me?”
I snap my attention to his and my breathing hitches. The approval in his gaze makes me want to purr like some kitten.
He inhales the air. “You’re soaked for me. I can smell it.”
God, can’t he just not have commentary. It’s turning the heat up a notch, and I don’t think I can handle it.
“Your cunt shouldn’t be soaked for me.”
“What?”
“It shouldn’t be, yet it is. Are you aroused because I ordered you, Green?”
Yes, I think so.
“Don’t answer,” he grunts. “I don’t want it to be real.”
Real?
Before I can formulate a response, he grips me by the ankles and places them over his broad shoulders, then dives in.
“Hello, sin.” The first sweep of his tongue on my folds is like straight-up torture device, the good kind, the mind-boggling kind.
He does it again, as if tasting me, savouring me, committing me to memory.
I writhe on the mattress, my hands gripping the sheet in a deadly clutch.
“You’ll kill me, Green, and I’m ready for death.” The rumble of his voice against my most intimate part makes me delirious.
He thrusts his tongue inside and I’m gone for. A strange sensation whirls through me with an alarming power. My back arches off the bed with the force of stimulation and I just fall.