Chapter 163
Emmaline
I'm so lightheaded. So close.
He adds a finger. Then two. Curling them just right.
My hips buck against his mouth as he finds that spot inside me that makes my vision blur. The combination of his tongue on my clit and his fingers stroking inside is almost too much.
Almost.
I'm so close. The pressure builds, coiling in my stomach like a spring wound too tight. His name falls from my lips like a prayer, over and over until it's the only word I know.
"Daelan. Daelan. Please—"
He hums against me. The vibration sends me over the edge.
Just a little bit more. And—
He stops.
He gets up.
"Are you fucking insane, Daelan?" I snap.
He stands at the foot of the bed, self-satisfied smirk plastered across his face. He licks his lips.
"Goddess." His voice is low, warm, infuriating. "You know nothing brings me more pleasure than bringing you pleasure."
I slide up the bed. He crawls after me.
