Page 1 of Poisoned Promise
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DOVE
Heat cascades through me in a wave, surging in my chest and trickling down through my body, following the path of his warm lips.
He kisses a lazy path and I track him with my mind’s eye, following every caress of his fingers and sweet, soft press of his lips while painting a picture in my mind.
Calloused fingers stroke the side of my ribs and he kisses under the swell of my breasts, then down further into the dip of my abdomen.
Each kiss lingers with a warm, every so slightly dampness that tingles in the cold air that sweeps in to replace Felix as he continues down his path.
Over my abdomen, down around my navel, and further still until he’s nuzzling affectionately at my hip.
His lips press against the joint of bone and stay there while his hand caresses my thigh in soft circles.
I open my eyes, gazing down at his slick, black hair and the utter look of bliss resting across his handsome face.
All the lust in my chest pales to the surge of love that blooms the second he opens his eyes and locks onto me with those warm, chocolate-brown eyes.
“Baby,” Felix whines softly like a puppy. “You promised to keep your eyes closed.”
I did, didn’t I?
“I got impatient,” I murmur.
“The whole point of letting me take care of you is to lie back and let me take care of you.”
“You know my mind doesn’t switch off like that, I just need—!” Every other word catches in my throat as Felix, in his mock-irritation at my rule-breaking, suddenly buries his face between my legs and thrusts his tongue against my pussy in half a second, robbing me of all sense in my thoughts and air in my lungs.
I throw my head back and grab the pillow behind my head, moaning low and sinking into the warm, tight pleasure that pulls slowly through my gut.
Felix eats like a man possessed, like every lap of his tongue and gentle suckle of his lips is going to be the last taste of me he’ll ever have.
He buries his face against me and wraps both of his hands under my ass and around my thighs while pulling me even closer to his face.
Firm licks, soft licks, patterns back and forth, and circles over my clit until I’m trembling and gasping for air.
I’m butter in his hands, rocking my hips down against his chin and chasing each attentive stroke of that devilish tongue until I can’t take it anymore and I clench my thighs around his head.
As always, he takes that as his cue and suddenly focuses all attention on flat, long licks of his tongue against my clit, rhythmic and careful.
He focuses slightly to the side of my clit where pleasure builds the hottest and it’s his way of telling me he wants me to cum as much as I do.
It’s too much.
I’m burning up on the inside, drenched in light sweat with my heart racing and molten-hot pleasure pooling directly between my legs.
I’m so close.
He always gets me so close so quickly and I’m?—
“—can’t relate to desperation! My give-a-fucks are?—”
What the fuck?
A burst of song bursts to life around me. One minute I’m on the brink of an amazing, intense orgasm, the next I’m blearily staring at the fuzzy numbers of an alarm clock next to my bed, wrapped so tightly in my bed sheets that sweat dots my brow and my hair clings irritatingly to the back of my neck.
The neon clock glares back at me.
