Then his tongue licks a stripe up my center.
“Oh, God—”
“Quiet.” He pins my hips to the mattress. “Let me taste you.”
He doesn’t ask permission. Doesn’t need to, though if he did, I’d tell him to do anything he wants to do to me forever.
His mouth closes over my center with a growl that vibrates straight to my core. I fist the sheets as he works me like he was born to do it. Broad strokes, then delicate flicks that make my thighs tremble. His stubble scratches sensitive skin. Perfect friction.
“S-Stop teasing—”
He sucks hard.
My back rises off the bed. “Stefan!”
He drinks me like a man starved, fingers digging bruises into my hips. It’s not long before the orgasm slams through me brutally, wringing a choked scream from my throat. He doesn’t let up, licking through the aftershocks
