“Because, sweetheart, I’ve decided I’m going to be your own personal cookie monster.”
I freeze, wondering if he means what I think he means. He looks so heart-stoppingly gorgeous taking me in with those beautiful eyes, his dirty-blond hair streaked naturally with lighter shades, his body so solid and defined, ink covering his arms and hands. Again, the word beautiful comes to mind. “My…what?” I ask, and that’s when I lose it, completely. He gives me a half smile and it makes his eyes sparkle even more, and I think this is it. This. Is. It. It doesn’t matter if I don’t know him. It doesn’t even matter if I just met him. I like him. I want him, and I don’t want to pass this up. Sabre doesn’t answer. Instead he pulls my legs apart, the whole time his eyes are on me. He uses his thumb to open me to him and I heat up in embarrassment because no one has seen me like this before. Then he does something I may have read about in books, but I never expected to experience. He puts his face against my center and I feel his tongue slide through my slit and push against the delicate skin there and lick me like I was an ice cream. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before, but something I definitely want to feel again. My eyes are drawn to his. My hands are tight against the restraints and I whisper the one word that I know deep inside he wants from me right now. I give it freely. “Please.”
Chapter 7
Sabre
I’ve seen some fucked-up shit in my life. It’s shaped me and made me the man I am. I never thought I’d ever see anything innocent. I sure as hell never thought I’d be the one to touch it.
I hear her whisper please and that’s all I need. I bite gently along the inside of her thighs, teasing and licking. I tease one of her breasts, rolling the nipple between my fingers and tugging gently. Her * is beautiful. Fine blonde hair covering it, delicate pale flesh, and the sweetest scent that calls to me. It’s like coming home.
I use my free hand to pull her tender little hood back, flatten my tongue again and lick over her clit, taking a minute to suck it into my mouth and then lashing it gently with my tongue before letting it go. Her whimper of need above me tells me I’m on the right track. I dart my tongue across her *, touching her everywhere, but never long and never with enough force to send her over the edge. She’s so responsive, I know instinctively this won’t take long. I like knowing she’s that hot for me. I fucking love knowing no other man has had this from her. She tastes of lazy summer days, sweet, tart, and fresh. I slide my hand under her leg, pulling her hard against my mouth. I zero in over her clit, humming in approval as more sweet juice flows from her and I drink it down. I break away briefly and my eyes find hers. Those beautiful blue eyes are hazed with need and it’s a look I want on her face all the time. I slip my fingers into my mouth while she’s watching, making sure they are nice and wet and then push them inside her waiting *.
“Sabre!” She calls out loudly at my entry. I go back to teasing her clit with my tongue, smiling because I know those fuckers in the other room can hear her. I curl my fingers and start fucking her slowly with two of them, still using my tongue to worry the hard little nub that is jumping with the firm beating of her pulse. With my fingers leisurely sliding in and out, I make sure to put extra pressure on her clit with each inward thrust. I capture the nub between my teeth, pull, and then suck it hard, all while pushing my fingers as far as I can get them inside of her that she screams out the words that let me know she’s a wildcat.
“Eat me! Oh god, don’t stop, Sabre!”
In repayment for her plea, I stretch my fingers and arc them, while continuously licking her sweet *—from the point where my fingers disappear deep inside of her, to the top, and back again. I lap her up like a man dying of thirst, drinking in every ounce of sweetness she will give me. Her hips are thrusting high off the bed and she’s grinding against my mouth. Her legs are wrapped around me, the heels of her feet pushing into my back. She’s wild as hell with need. I can feel the nerves and muscles flutter beneath my tongue. I know she’s close. I’m probably ten different kinds of fucked up and definitely a bastard, but I decide to do something I know will slow her down. I’m just not ready for this to end.
“Shhh… Annie, I need you to be quiet or my brothers outside will hear your sweet voice and know you’re giving your * to me.”