Page 94 of How to Ruin a Wedding

I love you. I love you. I’m pretty sure I’m hopelessly in love with you.

The words are stuck in my throat, so I move to get off Anders and greet Sora.

He tightens his grip on me. “Please, Lucinda, give him a wave, but I need you now.”

“Then take me now.”

He carries me swiftly to his room, shutting the door with his foot.

Ribbons of light from the moon glow over us as he slowly takes me to the edge of his bed, dropping me softly.

I grip his neck, try to pull him to my mouth.

Anders pulls away, his hands on my thighs as he goes on his knees. His mouth presses against my inner thigh, his fingers gliding up it, slowly, up and up as he brings his tongue to follow before he reaches the curve of me.

He looks up at me through thick lashes, a desperate, devoted heat burning in his gaze. “I have wanted to taste you from the moment I met you.”

Before I can think of a response, he presses a kiss over my panties. He starts from the bottom, skips the middle, and comes down from the top, and ends up below where I need him again.

When I shift, try to maneuver so he presses where I need him most, he chuckles.

“So impatient,” he says softly into my skin, before pressing a kiss at my center.

The pressure of it has heat branching off into every other part of me. He digs his finger under the fabric, yanks it to the side while sucking my clit into his mouth in a swift, hard pull.

Stars burst throughout my vision.

My head tilts back, my body arches into his mouth. He presses his thumb against my skin, pressing down so that my clit is entirely exposed as he licks and sucks the very tip of it.

My eyes drift shut. I bite my lip so hard I taste my own blood, but it’s nothing,nothingcompared to Anders devouring me.

He pauses. “Look at me.”

Even his voice adds to the growing heat flooding me. I lean my head down, my fingers reaching to dig into his hair. His gaze is piercing,intent, as he grips my thighs and spreads them farther before feasting at my center again.

The pleasure skyrockets through me, my legs overwhelmed by all the sensations, and I try instinctively to shut them, to bury him farther into me, trap him between my thighs. He keeps a tight grip as he devours me, and small, needy whimpers begin to rip through me like a desperate chant.

The possession continues until they become loud, desperate pleas of Anders’s name.

The explosion comes so suddenly and quickly, my heart stalls as I moan out his name—scream it when he doesn’t let up, when he digs himself deeper into my thighs, and I grind on his face, finish on his tongue.

My heart pounds in my chest, in my ears.

Anders pulls away, slowly getting up from his knees so he can reach my mouth. His fingers sweep the side of my face. “Taste how sweet you are, Lucinda.”

I open my mouth, and he slips his tongue inside. My eyes roll to the back of my head as he kisses me, my body molten hot, my skin tingling in ways it’s never before. As desperate as the rest of me, my fingers graze his shirt, pull and pull till he gets the cue and lifts it off.

The shadows of his abs are thicker in the dark, and I want to lick every crevice of them, of him. I want my mouth on every possible part of him until I have explored the entirety of the map that is Anders.

I grab my dress that’s crumpled around my waist and pull it off, exposing my bare breasts.

Anders reaches over, pressing a hot kiss to me before pulling away and moving toward the nightstand. He turns on the lamp and returns to me.

“Good,” he says, tensing as his gaze snags on my breasts. “I want to be able to see you while I’m inside you.”

In answer, I yank the string of my thong so hard it rips, the scraps falling uselessly to the floor. My legs spread as wide as they can. Anderswants a full view of me, and I could not deny him anything he could possibly want, ever.

Not like this, now, when his gaze is trained on me like I’m all he has desired, that this is what he’s worked for his whole life. To take me, in every way he can.