Then the flat of Aleck’s hot, wet tongue presses into my clit, making me gasp into our dark kitchen. His tongue licks up slowly, then back down, through my folds. His arms wrap around my thighs and his fingers dig into the fleshy inside until it hurts. He circles my clit with his soft tongue until my legs start to shake.

I moan and grab Aleck’s hair, threading my fingers through his tousled locks, clenching them into my fists. He uncurls his arms from my thighs, then pushes the insides of my knees down against the marble so I’m open as wide as I can be. I watch the top of his head as he laps up my juices and growls, flipping the page on his controlled demeanor. He slams his tongue into my entrance, fucking me until I feel like I’m going to pass out from the pleasure.

Aleck drags his tongue back up to my clit, flicks, then sucks me into his mouth. I cry out, clenching my fists tighter around his hair. He lifts his hand to my aching heat, spreading my wetness around before thrusting two fingers into me in one go.

“Aleck!” I scream out in pleasure, not being able to stop myself.

“Come for me, Winter. Come all over my tongue,” he grits while his fingers thrust deeper and deeper, hitting my G-spot over and over.

A warm ache blooms low in my core. He presses the flat of his tongue over my clit, swirling until the warm ache suddenly cracks and spreads through my body like venom. I cry out, grinding my pussy into Aleck’s tongue, riding out the peak of my orgasm until my body goes slack and calmness washes over me.

It’s been three years since anyone has gone down on me, and when Brian did it, it wasn’t like that. Aleck did it like he was tasting a rare delicacy, devouring me, worshiping my taste on his tongue. Brian did it because I complained that he never did it, and even then he barely touched me with the tip of his tongue like he couldn’t stand the taste—or the awareness that he wasn’t getting anything out of it wasn’t enough to excite him.

Aleck did it as if he got more out of it than I did.

Aleck straightens his spine, wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, then reaches behind his shoulders to pull his shirt off. His muscles catch the dull glow of the pier lights filtering through the windows that overlook the ocean.

He’s a damn god when I’ve only ever been with mortal men.

“Is fucking still on the table, yes or no?”

I nod with a lazy smile as I regain the use of my motor skills.

“Yes or no? I need clear and concise consent, Winter.”

A fucking god, I tell you.

“Yes, Aleck.” My smile, turning devilish now. “Please be the one to bring me back to life, and fuck me.”