Chapter 1: The Spark Ignites
I’m sprawled on the edge of our velvet-sheeted bed, the room dimly lit by a single flickering candle on the nightstand. The air is thick with anticipation, a sultry heat that clings to my skin. My boyfriend, Jace, kneels before me, his dark eyes glinting with mischief and hunger. He’s got that smirk on his face, the one that tells me I’m in for trouble—and I’m all for it.
‘Spread ‘em, babe,’ he growls, his voice low and teasing, hands already on my thighs. ‘I’ve been starving for this all day.’
I raise an eyebrow, leaning back on my elbows, my breath hitching as I play along. ‘Starving, huh? Better make it worth my while, then. I’m not some buffet you can just snack on.’
He chuckles, a deep, throaty sound that sends a shiver down my spine. ‘Oh, trust me, I’m gonna feast. You’ll be begging for seconds.’
My legs part under his firm grip, and I can’t help the smirk that tugs at my lips. I’m not one to just lie back and take it—I’m in control, even now, daring him to push me over the edge. The cool air hits my skin as he exposes me, and I feel that first rush of heat pooling low in my belly. He’s staring at my pussy like it’s a goddamn masterpiece, and I’m already getting wet just from the intensity of his gaze.
‘Damn, you’re dripping already,’ he murmurs, his breath hot against my inner thigh. ‘Couldn’t wait for me, could you?’
‘Don’t flatter yourself,’ I shoot back, though my voice betrays me with a slight tremble. ‘I just know you’ve got a lot to prove.’
His tongue flicks out, teasing the sensitive skin just shy of where I need him most, and I bite my lip to stifle a gasp. He’s playing dirty, and I’m loving every second of it. ‘Prove it? Babe, I’m about to make you forget your own name,’ he says, his words dripping with confidence.
Before I can throw another quip his way, his mouth is on me, hot and relentless. My head tips back as his tongue works magic, lapping at me with a hunger that’s almost feral. I’m panting now, my fingers digging into the sheets, but I’m not about to let him think he’s got me completely. ‘Is that all you’ve got?’ I taunt, my voice breathy but sharp. ‘I thought you said you were starving.’
He growls against me, the vibration sending a jolt through my core, and I can’t hold back the moan that escapes. His hands grip my ass, pulling me closer as his tongue dives deeper, exploring every inch of me. I’m sweating now, my body trembling with the build-up, and I know I’m close—so damn close. My pussy clenches as he focuses right where I’m most sensitive, and I’m losing the battle to keep my cool.
‘Fuck, Jace,’ I hiss, my hips bucking against him. ‘Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop.’
‘Wouldn’t dream of it,’ he mumbles against me, his voice muffled but smug. ‘I want to taste you when you cum.’
That’s it—the edge is right there, and I’m teetering. His tongue is relentless, pushing me higher, and I’m so horny I can barely think straight. One more flick, one more deep, hungry stroke, and I’m done for. The heat explodes through me, my body arching off the bed as I come hard, a cry ripping from my throat. I’m trembling, breathless, as wave after wave crashes over me, and Jace doesn’t let up, drawing out every last shudder until I’m a panting mess.
I collapse back, chest heaving, and he pulls away just enough to look up at me with that infuriatingly satisfied grin. ‘Told you I’d make you forget your name,’ he says, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
I laugh, shaky but defiant, and pull him up by his shirt collar. ‘Don’t get cocky. I’m just getting started with you.’
And with that, I know this night is far from over.
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