The sight of him perched in front of her was decadent, but the hungry expression on his face even more so. Fabric pooled over her hips, her thighs spread indecently wide, his face so close to her most intimate parts that she quivered.

“You’re so pretty and glistening,” he whispered, and she didn’t even have the wherewithal to be embarrassed at that. Golden eyes burned into hers, his nostrils flaring with lust as he breathed her in and licked his lips in anticipation. She’d never seen a man look so…ravenous. So full of desire and wicked intent.

Keeping his eyes locked on hers, he leaned in for a long, slow lick with the flat of his tongue. Bronwyn couldn’t help it; her eyes rolled back in her head, her hips nearly coming off the ledge at that first scintillating touch. Gracious, it was filthy and incredible what he was doing to her. He licked her again, swirling at the top of her sex in a move that had her whimpering.

“Perfection,” he pronounced. The growl of approval that burst from his chest was primal when he set himself to her, as if that first taste had been his utter ruin. His tongue licked and laved, swirled and sucked while pleasure built along her nerve endings. It was near intolerable, the feelings surging inside of her, her veins going molten as he stoked the fires of her arousal with every flick of his tongue and scrape of his teeth on her wet, throbbing flesh.

“Valentine,” she begged.

“Yes?” he said, a deeply feral gaze catching hers, though he did not stop in his ministrations.

“I need…” Her voice trailed off when his lips closed around the peak of her sex, the soft suction making her writhe. She couldn’t form a single articulate thought.

“I know what you need,” he promised.

She almost toppled off the ledge when his finger probed her entrance while his tongue continued its sensual assault on her body. He slid inside, thrusting once and then twice, and suddenly, the combined sensations were too much. With a gasping moan, Bronwyn felt her entire body seize, her core clenching around him as pleasure crested in waves upon crashing waves. Her head slumped back onto the porthole, stars in the sky merging with the stars going white in her vision as she rode out the storm he’d ruthlessly wrought upon her.

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