Page 92 of She Haunts Me Still

Mallory’s words spiral into incoherence as Saskia hooks her fingers in a curve, sending stars across her vision.

“But just in case it’s not clear, you’re alsomine.” Saskia’s voice darkens to something new and wild. “And it’s my turn to taste what belongs to me.”

Before she can say anything, Saskia withdraws her hand—and slides her fingers, glistening with Mallory’s desire, into her mouth. Slowly. Deliberately. Gaze dark and glittering and locked on hers.

“Hmm,” Saskia muses. She licks the pads of her fingers. “That’s not nearly enough.”

Heat surges within her as Saskia flips them back to their original position. Mallory barely notices the rough landing,barely notices the tug of her skirt down her thighs, barely notices anything but the warmth of Saskia’s mouth as she nudges her knees apart and presses a kiss directly on the soaked fabric at her center.

A whimper escapes her as Saskia does it again, and Mallory instinctively pushes her thighs together, but Saskia counters with a palm on each leg, holding her open, taking her time.

Saskia’s teeth rake over the lace, tongue lazily tracing through her underwear before fluttering with precision. Mallory’s hips nearly shoot off the floor at that, and Saskia looks up.

“How fast are you going to come for me,” she says, “if I take these off and do that again?”

Mallory huffs a frustrated laugh. “Why don’t you find out?”

The garment is gone in an instant, her thigh highs and boots with it. Mallory barely has time to notice before Saskia settles back down to lick a careful stripe directly along her opening.

“God you’re sweet,” Saskia says. “Fuck. Your first time shouldn’t be on a floor, but—” She kisses right where Mallory needs her. “You cleaned me up so well; I think you deserve the same. Right now.”

Mallory releases another soft moan as Saskia teases with little flicks of her tongue. “You could do this to me anywhere and I’d be—”

Every articulate thought evaporates as Saskia finds her clit—and then pulls it straight into her mouth.

“Fuck—” Mallory cries out.

“Too much?” Saskia asks, and she shakes her head.

“No.” Mallory threads her fingers in Saskia’s hair. “More.”

She feels the curve of Saskia’s smirk as she continuessucking gently, her tongue sweeping in firm, massaging strokes. She adds the scrape of her teeth and the coaxing slide of a finger, and Mallory flexes her toes against the fluffy rug.

“So that’s how you like it,” Saskia murmurs, and Mallory just nods, delirious.

Gone are Saskia’s playful kisses, the gentle caresses. This is something else. Saskia somehow knows exactly where to place her mouth, her hands, forcing Mallory’s spine into an arch. She holds Saskia’s hair, the floor, anything she can grasp. The room swims in gold as she staggers closer and closer to the edge, feeling her release building like a colliding galaxy of heat and stars.

“Saskia,” she works out. “Saskia, I’m—”

She breaks and explodes and falls to pieces, and even then, Saskia doesn’t stop, pushing her over the edge again—a third time—until Mallory is gasping for air, tears prickling her lashes.

Finally relenting, Saskia sits back on her heels, mouth glistening and cheeks flushed.

“You’re so fucking pretty like this,” she says. “Come here.” Saskia tugs Mallory up toward the bed, tossing a blue teddy bear to the floor before climbing in beside her. For a moment, they lie there in the quiet, catching their breath, fingers skimming bare skin.

“Do you know when I started falling for you?” Saskia asks.

Mallory looks at her and guesses, “The prop loft?”

Saskia’s hair grazes Mallory’s throat as she shakes her head.

“When we went to Providence?”

She smiles. “Nope.”

Mallory traces the arrows tattooed on her arm. “At the hospital today?”

“No.” Saskia’s thumb sweeps her cheek. “The day we saw Lily.”