Page 107 of An Oath at Midnight

“Like a fucking caveman.” His gaze dipped to my legs again. “I can smell how wet you’re getting, Mags, and every time you cross and uncross your legs, I’m tipping closer and closer to the edge.”

“What do you want to do?” I asked, the pounding of my heart making my voice quiver.

His nostrils flared. “I want you to spread your legs wide for me and let me taste you.” He shook his head. “The last fucking thing I want is to hurt you, baby. I know your scars are causing you pain, but knowing you need me, that you’re aching for me, my crow is growing restless. No pressure, okay? You don’t want it, we wait until you do. But know the only part of me that would touch you, is my mouth against your hot, little pussy.”

His chest was rising and falling fast, watching, waiting for what I’d say. I was breathing hard as well now, my skin burning up, but for once it was in a good way. I placed the yearbook on the floor, and slowly uncrossed my legs. “I want it.”

“You sure? I don’t want to make you—”

“You’re not making me do anything. I want it. Please,” I whispered.

He bared his teeth and it was wicked and sexy as hell. “Panties off, baby.”

I stood and slid them down my legs, kicking them aside.

“Sit back in the chair, ass on the edge.”

I did as he asked, excited, wanting what he said so bad.

He got off the couch and sat on the floor, then positioned his legs between the wooden legs of the chair I was on, before gripping them and dragging, it and me, right up to him. My legs had nowhere to go and I automatically spread them wide.

Bram’s face was level with my bare pussy.

“Legs on the couch either side of me, and lean back,” he rasped.

I did, bending my knees, and bracing my legs either side of him, before leaning back. I was already wet, the ache inside growing unbearable. “Bram,” I whimpered.

“Lift the shirt and show me how wet you are.”

My hand trembled as I did as he asked. I was hot and flushed, and needy as hell.

Bram groaned. “Fuck. Look at you.” He looked up at me. “Fucking dreamed of this. You have no idea how long I’ve thought about how you’d taste, Magnolia. I thought it was a craving that I’d never get to satisfy, a secret you’d never share with me.” His biceps bunched and he tugged the chair closer and breathed deep, and his eyes drifted shut on a full-body shudder. “Fist my hair, move me how you want me, take what you want, rub, grind, do whatever the fuck feels good.”

I slid my fingers into his hair and whimpered again at the picture he painted, at the feel of his hot breath against my bare, damp flesh.

Then he leaned in, closing the small space between us and covered my pussy with his mouth, then dragging his tongue through my slick flesh with a deep groan. I pushed back against the chair, fisted his hair tighter, and spread wider for him.

Bram’s eyes were closed, lashes fluttering as he feasted on me. Sucking and licking me, exploring every inch. He opened his eyes as he swirled his tongue around my clit, then sucked on it gently. I cried out, my stomach quivering, my legs shaking. He worked me until I couldn’t stop myself from grinding against his mouth.

“Can you take one of my fingers?” he growled.

“D-do it.”

Bram flicked his tongue over my clit as he slid a long, thick finger inside me. I arched against the seat with a groan and rocked against his hand. He started fucking me with his finger then, and working my clit, sucking and licking it so good.

My orgasm roared up on me, slamming through me and I cried out, coming hard, my inner muscles clutching and gripping around his finger.

Finally, I collapsed back and Bram lapped at me gently setting off delicious aftershocks, before sliding out his finger. I looked down at him, watching as he slid it into his mouth and sucked it clean.

“Good?” I asked.

“What do you think?” he said, his voice little more than a snarl. “Fuck, Mags, I want to live right fucking there, between your thighs.”

I stood on shaky legs and shoved the chair out of the way, then dropped to my knees, reaching for the front of his pants, and yanked them open.

“Mags?”

“Now it’s my turn,” I said, tugging down his jeans and underwear. His hard cock sprang free.