In the Likely Event

by Rebecca Yarros

heaven,” he said, and I lifted my head long enough to lock eyes with him as he lowered his mouth again, sending a bolt of pure pleasure spiraling through me. He was the hottest man I’d ever seen, and he was mine to touch tonight. My head fell back as sensation ruled my body. Every lick of his tongue made my back arch. Every time he sucked my clit between his lips, I trembled. When his fingers slid inside me, first one, then two, I couldn’t help but rock back against him, seeking more, demanding it with my moans. He pinned my hips to the table with his forearm so I could only take what he wanted to give, and then he drove me toward madness. He teased when I wanted him to take. He flicked when I wanted him to linger. He took me to the edge of orgasm, when I could almost taste how sweet that release would be, only to lessen the pressure before I tumbled over. “Nate!” I tugged on his head as the delicious torture began again. “What do you need, Izzy?” he asked, blowing softly against my heated skin. I gasped, my back bowing. “I need you!” In every way possible. It was the closest I could come to letting him know how I felt. “Like you’ll scream if you can’t have me?” He flicked his tongue over my clit. “Yes!” “Like you’ll die if you have to take one more breath without me inside you?” He looked up at me, his eyes holding me as a willing prisoner. “Yes.” It was a whisper. He nodded. “Good. Because that’s exactly how I need you.” He lowered his head between my thighs, and the wor...

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