Page 150 of Ignition

His expression darkened, and a cruel smirk bloomed on his face, as if I’d just handed him a map to my ruin.

“Look at you. You’re being such a good little slut for me,” he purred, voice gravel-rough and dripping honey-thick approval.

I should’ve hated that word, but the zing of electricity flashing through my core disagreed.

His eyes pinged open, his mouth parted, and his fingers stilled.

My body screamed in protest.

“Oh, shit, I—”

My chest heaved as our gazes locked.

I cupped the side of his face as I struggled to catch my breath.

“N-no. I… liked it,” I strangled out. “Keep going.”

His pupils blew wide, swallowing the blue, before he obliged.

White-hot pleasure flooded my senses and drew my back into a needy arch as my toes curled into the seat and my hand shot to his shoulder, fingers biting in.

“Oh, god.”

My voice thinned into a little whine that should’ve been embarrassing.

“Such pretty begging.”

His thumbs hooked into the waistband of my panties.

“Here’s your reward, baby.”

The unhurried, calculated movement of earlier was gone. He yanked them off me, leaving them draped around a knee, and I shivered as cool air hit my bare, soaked pussy.

My stomach gave a slow, heavy roll in anticipation.

His gaze dipped with such intent, I almost felt it brush me.

He licked his lips, slow and filthy, and that must have been the hottest thing I’d ever seen.

Then, his mouth descended.

My core clenched and pulsed as I held my breath, but of course he didn’t dive right in. He painted a ruinous trail over the line where thigh met hip, dragging a desperate, shuddering gasp out of me.

“That’s it. Let me hear you.”

Then, he dragged a finger along my slit.

My insides ignited.

My hips bucked violently, his grip on me turned steely, and he let out a growl of pure pleasure at how wet he found me.

“Tell me,” he said in that gravelly voice that curled my toes, “how the hell were you holding back?”

His finger teased my entrance without sinking in.

“When you’re this desperate for me?”

My thighs trembled over his shoulders as my grip on his hair turned bruising.