legs.
“You wanted this, didn't you?” he demanded harshly. “That's why you asked me.”
The words made no sense, but she found herself agreeing anyway. Anything to keep the onslaught coming.
Encouraged, Wesley continued. “You wanted me here. Doing this. Fucking your cunt with my mouth.” He dragged his tongue up her slit again, sliding it between her lips and driving her out of what was left of her mind before allowing his tongue to slip inside her once more. Then he paused and demanded, “Tell me you wanted this, Savannah. Tell me.”
“I—”
“Tell me you wanted this.”
A foreign sensation had started building in her belly.
“Tell me—”
“Thorn, please!”
He growled at that and suckled her clit greedily between his lips, wagging his head. “Again,”
he demanded, releasing her just long enough to assault her soaking flesh with long laps of his tongue. “Say that again.”
She blinked and moaned, a hand fighting its way through his hair to push his face down.
“Say my name.”
“Wesley!”
He hissed and shook his head. “Not,” he said, punctuating his words with harsh licks. “That.
Name.”
“Oh God, please!”
“What do you need, Savannah?”
Tears pricked her eyes. Why was he tormenting her? “More!” she pleaded. “More, please!”
His tongue ignored her pleas, exploring her skin and buzzing enough nerves to fan the fire without coaxing the explosion. She needed something; she feltso close tosomething , and she needed it. Andhe knew she needed it. He withheld it to be cruel.
“Then say it,” Wesley snarled.
It? It? Itwhat?
“My name. What's my name?”
And then it hit her. A moment of clarity. She understood.
“Thorn.”
His lips latched onto her clit and sucked hard, and something inside her came apart. It spread like wildfire, only nothing in this was proverbial. Her every inch sizzled and burned, parting way for white, blinding-hot streaks of something fast and wonderful. Pleasure beyond her imagining—beyond anything she'd read or gossiped or dreamed—touched and singed and tore her senses to shreds. It brushed everything, numbing and bringing her to life all in one stroke.
The room disappeared; the bed disappeared;everything disappeared but Wesley. She felt herself tense, felt a flood between her legs that she couldn't stop, and Wesley's eager mouth slurping at her with such intensity, her insides tightened and another brilliant flash shot through her before she could finish processing the last. Inhuman gasps clawed out of her throat, but she only noticed them when they began to subside. Her fingers grasped at Wesley's scalp, wound around his hair to either drag him closer or push him away. It was too much; it was not enough… It waswonderful , and she never wanted to feel anything else.
“Mmm,” she heard him murmur. “Savannah…”
Her legs shook and fought for balance they didn't need. It seemed she fell, even though she had nowhere to fall.
I'm going to pass out.
It was her last thought before the world turned black.
* * * *
Savannah couldn't get enough of Wesley's smirk, though she would never admit it. Case in point, she had to hurry to wipe the dumbass, goofy grin off her face before he caught her smiling like an idiot when he returned with the glass of water she'd requested. Her body wouldn't stop sizzling.
Multiple. Orgasms. First shot.
Women would kill for what she'd just experienced.
“Look who's up,” he teased, handing her the glass. “Got the feeling back in your legs, love?”
She snorted. “Egomaniac.”
Wesley looked at her dumbly. “Well, yeah,” he replied. “I just made you pass out by eating your cunt. Think I've earned my ego for the day.”
“Beginner's luck,” she countered.
“Is that a challenge? Someone ready for—”
Savannah's eyes went wide, and she shook
“You wanted this, didn't you?” he demanded harshly. “That's why you asked me.”
The words made no sense, but she found herself agreeing anyway. Anything to keep the onslaught coming.
Encouraged, Wesley continued. “You wanted me here. Doing this. Fucking your cunt with my mouth.” He dragged his tongue up her slit again, sliding it between her lips and driving her out of what was left of her mind before allowing his tongue to slip inside her once more. Then he paused and demanded, “Tell me you wanted this, Savannah. Tell me.”
“I—”
“Tell me you wanted this.”
A foreign sensation had started building in her belly.
“Tell me—”
“Thorn, please!”
He growled at that and suckled her clit greedily between his lips, wagging his head. “Again,”
he demanded, releasing her just long enough to assault her soaking flesh with long laps of his tongue. “Say that again.”
She blinked and moaned, a hand fighting its way through his hair to push his face down.
“Say my name.”
“Wesley!”
He hissed and shook his head. “Not,” he said, punctuating his words with harsh licks. “That.
Name.”
“Oh God, please!”
“What do you need, Savannah?”
Tears pricked her eyes. Why was he tormenting her? “More!” she pleaded. “More, please!”
His tongue ignored her pleas, exploring her skin and buzzing enough nerves to fan the fire without coaxing the explosion. She needed something; she feltso close tosomething , and she needed it. Andhe knew she needed it. He withheld it to be cruel.
“Then say it,” Wesley snarled.
It? It? Itwhat?
“My name. What's my name?”
And then it hit her. A moment of clarity. She understood.
“Thorn.”
His lips latched onto her clit and sucked hard, and something inside her came apart. It spread like wildfire, only nothing in this was proverbial. Her every inch sizzled and burned, parting way for white, blinding-hot streaks of something fast and wonderful. Pleasure beyond her imagining—beyond anything she'd read or gossiped or dreamed—touched and singed and tore her senses to shreds. It brushed everything, numbing and bringing her to life all in one stroke.
The room disappeared; the bed disappeared;everything disappeared but Wesley. She felt herself tense, felt a flood between her legs that she couldn't stop, and Wesley's eager mouth slurping at her with such intensity, her insides tightened and another brilliant flash shot through her before she could finish processing the last. Inhuman gasps clawed out of her throat, but she only noticed them when they began to subside. Her fingers grasped at Wesley's scalp, wound around his hair to either drag him closer or push him away. It was too much; it was not enough… It waswonderful , and she never wanted to feel anything else.
“Mmm,” she heard him murmur. “Savannah…”
Her legs shook and fought for balance they didn't need. It seemed she fell, even though she had nowhere to fall.
I'm going to pass out.
It was her last thought before the world turned black.
* * * *
Savannah couldn't get enough of Wesley's smirk, though she would never admit it. Case in point, she had to hurry to wipe the dumbass, goofy grin off her face before he caught her smiling like an idiot when he returned with the glass of water she'd requested. Her body wouldn't stop sizzling.
Multiple. Orgasms. First shot.
Women would kill for what she'd just experienced.
“Look who's up,” he teased, handing her the glass. “Got the feeling back in your legs, love?”
She snorted. “Egomaniac.”
Wesley looked at her dumbly. “Well, yeah,” he replied. “I just made you pass out by eating your cunt. Think I've earned my ego for the day.”
“Beginner's luck,” she countered.
“Is that a challenge? Someone ready for—”
Savannah's eyes went wide, and she shook
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