Page 129 of Bend

His tongue is a worshipful instrument—flat, broad, sweeping across my folds, then narrowing to flicker against the sensitive nub that makes my breath hitch.

“Fuck, you taste so sweet, pretty girl,” he growls, voice thick with lust. Each lap is accompanied by a filthy whisper, his words dripping over my skin like honey.

I tangle my fingers in his hair and pull him closer.

Apparently patience is no longer something I’m interested in.

Draygon doesn’t seem bothered by that.

If anything, the quiet sound he makes against me says the opposite.

Oh shit.

My head knocks back against the wall as another wave of heat rolls through me, and whatever smart-ass comment I was about to make dies before it reaches my mouth.

He’s way too fucking good at this.

Whats worse, is he knows it.

One hand tightens in his hair while the other braces against the wall beside me, my breathing getting more uneven every time he finds another way to make my legs feel useless.

“Asshole,” I manage.

I feel his smile.

Cocky fucking bastard.

“You like that?” he asks, his voice a rasp against my skin. “You love feeling my tongue stretch you open, tasting every inch of you?” All I manage is a broken sound that I’m absolutely going to deny ever making if he brings it up later.

He pulls back just enough to glance up, his eyes dark with admiration.

In one fluid, hungry motion, he pulls my panties completely aside and plunges his tongue deep, fucking me with his mouth, faster this time, and the second he changes pace, my whole body jerks.

Holy hell.

So much for pretending I’ve got any control left.

My fingers tighten in his hair, and one of my knees nearly gives out against the wall.

Embarrassing.

Hot, but embarrassing.

“Fuck. So fucking responsive,” he growls,

Draygon looks up just long enough to see exactly what he’s doing to me, and that tiny shift in his expression makes me want to kick him.

Or drag him closer.

Probably both.

Then he goes right back to it.

“God, you’re so tight,” he whispers, his breath hot against my skin. “I can feel every ripple, every pulse… you’re gripping my tongue like you never want to let go.”

I’m trembling, my nails digging into his shoulders, my breath coming in ragged bursts.

The pleasure coils tighter, a sweet pressure building low in my belly. He senses it, his movements becoming even more deliberate, his tongue swirling around my clit in tight, hungry circles while his lips suckle the slick entrance.