“Yes.” I look up, locking my eyes with her as I stroke her through the fabric. A gasp escapes her as I continue to tease her.
“Please,” she says between quick breaths.
“Please what?”
She shakes her head, as if she doesn’t know what to ask for.
“What do you want me to do to you?” I pull her undergarment off, revealing her completely to me.
She tries to push her thighs back together, but I hold them apart.
“Don’t be shy.”
“But…”
“You’re perfect.” To prove how perfect I find her, I reach out, stroking her with no barrier between us. She’s wet, ready for me, and it takes every ounce of self-control not to bury myself inside her.
But I won’t. Not yet. First, I will give her all the pleasure she deserves.
I stroke her as her hips arch, pressing against my hand, seeking more. I oblige, increasing the pressure, circling her clit with my thumb.
Everly moans, a sound that goes straight to my cock. “Good girl. Surrender for me.”
Her knuckles turn white as she digs her fingers into the blanket beneath her. She’s holding on, trying to maintain control, but I want her to let go and give in to the pleasure, to me.
I lean down, lowering my lips to her. Her scent is intoxicating, sweet and musky, and I can’t wait to taste her. I flick my tongue out, licking her. A gasp escapes her as her hips buck against my mouth. I grip her, holding her still as I lick and suck, teasing her, driving her closer and closer to the edge.
She’s close, so close. I feel it in the way her body tenses, the way her hips move against my mouth. So, I increase the pressure, and she moans again, louder this time. Her muscles tense. Her thighs tremble.
She cries out as her body lets go. I continue to lick her, riding out her release with her, until she collapses back onto the mattress.
Everly looks up at me, her eyes glazed over, her cheeks flushed.
She’s never looked more beautiful. More perfect. More mine.
All mine.
Chapter
Sixty
EVERLY
I lie there a moment longer,soaking in the sensations still pouring through my body. The heat. The desire. The surge of release.
It’s everything I thought it would be—and so much more.
But it’s not enough. I want more. Everything. All of Cenric.
My heart soars as I make a bold decision and shift to straddling Cenric.
“Everly.” His hands come to rest against my hips. “Maybe we should wait until—”
“—no more waiting,” I whisper as I lean closer to him. My curls fall forward, creating a curtain around our faces. “I’m tired of waiting.”
“Are you sure?” he asks in a low, raspy voice.
“Yes.” I lean back, my hands resting on his thighs, and look into Cenric’s eyes. They’re not cold now, not when he looks at me like this. Like he wants to devour me.
