SERA
I couldn’t breathe.
My mind was scrambling, my body caught in a limbo between shock and white-hot pleasure as Jared stared up at me from between my thighs with a hunger I had never seen in him before.
Not ever.
He looked feral, focused, and possessed.
And he wasn’t stopping.
His mouth was buried in me, tongue working in long, firm strokes that had me jerking, writhing, moaning because I was still sensitive from Knox.
Still sore. Still leaking.
But Jared didn’t care.
No.
He licked like a man starved. Like he was punishing me and worshipping me all at once.
“Jared—oh my God—” I gasped, trying to close my legs.
The intensity was too much, but his hands were already locked around my thighs, holding them wide open, pinning me down like I was his to devour.
“Mm-mm,” he hummed
