At least any doubt about having sex with Conor. His hands and mouth on her body were even more erotic than she’d imagined all those years ago. God! Why had she denied herself this pleasure when she’d been healthy? You were a fool, her body screamed. That’s why! She propped herself up on her elbows and watched—mesmerized—as his mouth explored the wet slit of her pussy. When his tongue darted inside, she moaned. “Oh Lord,” she whispered. “So good.” She fisted his hair with one hand, his head undulating beneath her grip as he licked and sucked and fucked her with his mouth. Rocking her hips forward, she urged him to go deeper, his tongue dancing over the sweet spot just an inch or so inside her channel. “Oh God. Oh God.” The slow burn of lust and desire raged into a bonfire threatening to consume her with its heat. Conor snorted, hot breath blowing out across her skin as he wrapped his arms around the backside of her thighs, lifting her for better access. He darted his tongue in and out.
What do You think about Claimed (The Cull Book 1)?
