TWENTY-THREE
Tulsi became aware of her position before anything else. Without opening her eyes, her curiosity zeroed in on why she was on her back. She was quickly distracted from the thought of not having Wreck’s legs around her by the sensation of his tongue sliding over her c**t.
“Mmm, there you are,” she purred, snaking her hands beneath the covers to tangle them in his hair. Her hips rose toward his intimate kiss. She curled her leg around his head, stroking his back with her calf. “My Ruin.”
The moment the words seeped from her lips, he began to rise. Her still-joined wrists caught at the back of his neck, so she was holding him when his mouth met hers. Their tongues only played for a few seconds before his teeth were dragging their way down her chin to her throat.
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