Page 11 of Forged

Her head tilts back as she laughs. “Prove it.”

Accepting the challenge, I return to my knees between her legs, my hands moving to the button of her pants.

I look up. “May I?”

She nods and I slide the zipper down. She hooks her thumbs in the waistband and helps me lower them. I tug them off and discard them onto the chair beside the bed.

“Neomi,” I say, voice rough, “you’re going to keep your eyes on me. And if you ever need me to stop, tell me. Understood?”

She nods, then catches herself. “Yes.”

“Perfect.”

I slide my hands higher and hook my thumbs around thethin band of her thong and her hips lift as I drag the lace down her legs, lifting one leg, then the other, placing a kiss to her ankle before lowering her foot to the floor. When I spread her knees, the scent of her hits me, heady and intoxicating, and I have to close my eyes for one second, just to keep control of my dick.

When I open my eyes, she’s looking down at me, eyes hooded.

“Pretty,” I murmur, brushing my thumb over her pussy. “So pretty, Bella. And all mine tonight.”

Her breath stutters at the use of the name. “Bella?”

I dip my head and take my time, dragging one languid lick along her slick heat. The sound that escapes me is soft and unguarded—a whimper. I don’t whimper at the first taste of a woman, but apparently, with her, I do.

I look up. “It means beautiful.”

Her head tilts. “Italian?”

I nod. “Yes.”

I slide my thumb inside her, once, then again, feeling how warm and wet she is before I lift my hand to her mouth.

“Open.”

She does instantly. I place my thumb on her tongue, and she sucks hard, hollowing her cheeks.

“Fuck,” I breathe. “You’re hungry for it, aren’t you?”

She grips my wrist, guiding my hand back between her thighs. “I need you inside me, Lars. You can fuck me with your fingers, your tongue—I don’t fucking care how. Just make me come.”

“Say please, Bella.”

Her eyes turn dark and there’s a hint of defiance there until I swipe her clit with my thumb, still wet from her mouth.

“Please,” she submits in a whisper.

“Such a good girl using your words.” I lower my head and slowly trace the outline of her pussy with my tongue. When I finally circle her clit, her fingers thread into my hair, I tighten my grip on her thighs and glance up.

“Tilt your hips, Bella.”

She drops her hand, fingers curling in the sheets, eyes locked with mine as her hips move.

I go back to her, licking deeper, circling her clit with slow, ruthless attention until her thighs tremble. Sucking gently, then harder, she cries out. Then I slide one finger inside, hooking it, looking for the spot that will make her go wild. I know I’ve found it when her legs begin to shake.

“There she is,” I praise, voice low. “That’s it. Fuck my fingers, Neomi.”

Her head falls back, a broken sound tearing free as her hips push toward my mouth.

“Lars—” she shouts.