Page 91 of Tears for a Broken Sky
And when his fingers moved again, I let go of everything else but him.
My underwear slid down as he pressed soft kisses along my stomach.
Lower still—
My body jerked at the sensation, a sharp inhale escaping me.
He paused instantly. “Elle?”
I nodded, breath unsteady. “I’m okay… I’ve just—” My voice caught. I tried again. “I’ve never done this.”
The heat he was building under my skin made it hard to think—like I was burning from the inside out.
Phoenix looked up at me, eyes warm, full of that quiet intensity only he could carry.
“I know,” he said softly. “Thank you for letting me be the first.”
He leaned in again, kissing just above my hip.
“I’m honoured.”
His lips went lower, deeper. I cried out, a sensation flooding me I had never felt before. His tongue explored me, and I bucked. His hands clasped my rear and I pulled him closer, like I could prolong the sensation forever.
I was molten heat and need. His fingers slipped over me, gliding along my seam, teasing the edges, before one slid inside. Then another. They moved inside me, deep and slow, drawing helpless sounds from my lips. I moaned, loudly, involuntarily.
And that sinful tongue, it played and feasted like he was a starving man and I was his favourite meal.
Pleasure built in waves, making my skin come alive. It built like a song reaching its crescendo.
Until finally - it was like an explosion.
I pressed him close, my whole body trembling as waves of pleasure rolled through me—slow, overwhelming, all-consuming.
I clung to him, breath ragged, heart hammering against his chest.
When the world finally settled, I whispered, “What… what was that?”
He smiled against my skin. A soft, reverent sound.
“That,” he said quietly, “was everything.”
I laughed—half breath, half disbelief. I felt weightless. Raw.Real.
“You okay?” he asked, his voice suddenly cautious.
I nodded, “Yeah. Just… that was new.”
“For me too,” he said. “With you—it’s different.”
I fell to my knees before him, legs like jelly, breath still catching in my throat.
Phoenix pulled me close.
He kissed my mouth, my cheek, the corner of my eye—soft, reverent touches like he couldn’t get enough of me.
I reached for him—hesitant, uncertain.
“Should I…?”
