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Blaze breaks the kiss, but his mouth is quickly on my neck. He nips and sucks, moving lower.
His hands cup my breasts, kneading the sensitive flesh. My nipples are already hard, but when Blaze pinches them between his thumb and forefingers, I let out a low groan and arch into his hands.
Blaze growls in approval.
His hands move down to my hips, and suddenly I’m airborne. Blaze lifts me up, and my legs instinctively wrap around his waist.
Blaze holds me with one arm around my waist, his other hand fisting in my hair. He pulls my head back, forcing me to arch my back and present my breasts to him.
He latches onto one of my nipples, sucking it deep into his mouth. I cry out, and Blaze bites down gently, just enough to send a spike of pleasure lancing through me.
Blaze switches to the other nipple, and I dig my nails into his shoulders.
I can feel his hardness pressing against my core, and I grind against him, desperate for more. My thoughts are melting away, reducing me to nothing more than primal need in seconds. It was never like this with Enzo. Never so all-consuming. So right.
Sex with Enzo was always about his own power. Blaze’s power is undeniable. Maybe that’s why I feel so powerful in this moment. Blaze doesn’t need me to be lower than him.
My hands are everywhere on him, dragging my nails across his broad shoulders as I pull against his hold of my hair. He lets me go, his mouth popping off my nipple to look at me.
I gasp, my stomach clenching with need, as I see the flicker of fire in those eyes. I’m doing that to him. Pushing him to the edge of his control. Gripping his head with both hands, I kiss him again, wild and hungry.
Blaze lifts me higher, his hands going to my ass. His fingers are firm, digging into the soft flesh, and I moan into the kiss.
Before I know what’s happening, he lifts me from the water, forcing me to release him, and then he shoves his shoulders between my legs. Water streams down my body, leaving trails of cold against my burning skin. My hands go to the top of his head, fingers grasping the silken dark hair.
Heat rushes to my face as I look down. His face is inches away from my pussy, his hands cradling my ass. His eyes dart to mine, a savage smirk on those devilish lips.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he whispers softly, “and dripping.”
Blaze’s tongue darts out, and I shudder as it glides through my folds.
I’m embarrassingly wet, but there’s no room for shame when he licks me again. I bite my lip to stifle a cry, my hands clenching his hair tighter.
“So fucking sweet, too.”
Blaze teases me, his tongue swirling around my entrance. Every time I shift, trying to bring his mouth closer to where I want it, he moves, avoiding my attempts.
My frustration grows, and I whimper. Blaze chuckles, and I feel the rumble against my core.
“Tell me what you want, Kennedy,” Blaze demands, his tongue circling my clit, never touching it.
My throat tightens, embarrassed. I’ve never done anything like this. Enzo certainly never demanded dirty talk from me.
Blaze licks me again, and this time his tongue brushes against my clit, the barest touch. “Tell me,” he growls, and this time his teeth graze my clit.
Pleasure spikes through me, and I buck my hips.
Blaze pulls his head away, and I cry out.
“Tell. Me.” His voice is hard, his eyes boring into me.
I swallow, my voice trembling, “Lick me.”
Blaze arches an eyebrow, “Where?”
“My pussy,” I manage.
Blaze darts forward, his tongue lapping against my clit once.
