Page 26 of Mortala
“You’re fucking breathtaking, Mads,” he breathes, his eyes never leaving me. “I want to devour every inch of you.”
Miles leans in, his lips instantly finding mine as he lays me back down on the mattress and begins to pepper kisses along my chest. My skin ignites the second I feel his tongue circling my skin, the pleasure causing the insides of my stomach to flutter uncontrollably. His lips graze against my nipple, and it pebbles instantly from the contact.
Before my mind can comprehend what his next move is, Miles catches my gaze, his tongue darting out to lick my nipple before nipping it through my bralette.
“Oh fuck.” I moan, arching my back further into his touch. He growls against my chest and grips my hips tightly in his hands, as he continues to kiss along my chest and down my stomach. His fingers trace the lining of my shorts, his thumbs hooking into the waistband and gently tugging them down my legs.
“I want to taste you,” he moans against my skin. “Let me show you just how fucking crazy you make me feel.”
I press my legs together tightly, because fuck, his words alone already make me feel crazy. I’m a panting mess, and I’m trying so hard not to explode all over this man's bed just from listening to the things he says.
Nodding, I whisper ‘yes’, knowing he needs my words to continue this delicious torture.
Miles spreads my legs apart, crawling between them and kissing my thighs, nipping the skin in a way I can hardly handle. Once he makes his way back to my neck, I’m a screaming mess, writhing on the bed from the most intense pleasure I’ve ever experienced. This is the first time I’ve ever felt this way. The carnal need to have him touch every part of my body is all-consuming.
He licks a slow, heated path from my neck down the center of my torso, making his way down to my black lace panties. Miles grabs the hem with his teeth, pulling them down my thighs and exposing my pussy.
“Oh, my god,” I moan, throwing my head back and firmly closing my eyes.
I can’t believe I’m actually doing this. I’m scared as hell, but I’ve never been so sure I wanted anything more in my life. The thought that this might end up feeling how it did the last time I fooled around with someone crosses my mind, but I quickly snuff it out. Miles has already shown me he isn’t like Austin, and that is one thing I know I can be sure about.
“Are you still okay? Do you need me to stop?” Miles asks when he notices the expression on my face.
God, no, I don’t want him to stop. Is he fucking crazy? Everything he’s doing feels electric, like my body is going to combust at any moment, and the last thing I need him to do is stop.
“I’m okay. Just p-please,” I stammer. “Please keep going.”
Miles chuckles as he spreads my legs apart and sets his eyes on my glistening cunt, licking his lips like a starved man. I can feel my arousal pooling on the bedsheet, my entire body strung tight with anticipation, desperate to feel him taste me.
“You smell so fucking sweet,” he growls, taking in the scent of me. “I wonder, Princess, do you taste as delectable as you smell?”
Before I can say anything, Miles grabs both of my thighs, pulling me closer to his face. I can feel his breath hot against my clit, and I throw my head back at the overwhelming warmth. He may not be touching me yet, but I’m already panting, the craving eating away at any nerves I had before.
“Eyes on me, baby. I want you to watch me while I feast on your pussy.”
Fuck.
His words send my heart into a nosedive, my stomach flipping as I force myself to do what he asked. My gaze drops to him, and the intensity in his eyes leaves me completely unraveled. They’re burning with raw desire and hunger that’s reserved only for me.
His lips brush just above my pubic bone, his warm breath fanning across my skin and sending a shiver racing through me. My back arches instinctively, drawn toward him before I can stop myself. A deep, low rumble vibrates against me, and the sound alone is enough to make my pulse thunder in my ears.
His eyes meet mine as he flattens his tongue, licking up my clit and lapping up every drop of my arousal. His tongue flicks against me, pleasure blooming through my body in slow, intoxicating waves, leaving every nerve ending humming beneath my skin.
“Oh my god, Miles!” I moan, and I feel him smile against me.
Just when I thought I couldn’t feel more overwhelmed, his tongue dips inside me. A broken sound escapes my lips as I cling to the sheets beneath me, my entire body trembling beneath the weight of everything I’m feeling. It’s too much and somehow not enough all at once. I don’t know how much more I can take, but I know I don’t want this moment to end.
Miles’ grip on my thighs tightens as he pulls me further into him and continues to devour my pussy like it’s a three course meal. He sucks and nips at my clit, circling his tongue along the sensitive bundle of nerves until fire is pooling in my lower abdomen. I attempt to push him away, not sure if I can take whatever is about to come next, but he only holds me tighter against his mouth, sinking his tongue deeper inside me.
Miles lifts his head and I groan in displeasure.
Why the fuck did he stop?
The sudden absence of him leaves me reeling, my body still caught in the intense moment even though my mind is desperately trying to play catch up. I don’t know how he became the one person who could make every wall I’ve built come crashing down, but somehow he did.
I glance down at him, my cheeks heating when I see his face glistening with my arousal all over him, but the intensity in his eyes steals whatever thought I had left. There’s something almost addictive about the way he looks at me—like I’m not a burden or something to fix, but someone he wants exactly as I am.
And maybe that’s what overwhelms me the most. Not that he can unravel me, but that I’m finally letting someone.
