Seductress Seduced (The Embassy Book 4) Read Online Free Page B

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    Ardent was what best described his eagerness as he set to work. That first flick of his tongue, barely touching my labia, was quickly repeated, this time sinking in between. I held still for a moment, reveling in the sensation of his eager tongue reaching my clit. He drew a quick circle, and I felt him move as he pushed his head up further so that he could follow up with a wet kiss, using just the right amount of suction. I closed my eyes, and rewarded his efforts by taking his dick even farther in until he hit the back of my throat. He moaned, the vibrations not lost on me, and I moved off him again so I could tease his glans with the tip of my tongue.
    Obedient, he apparently wanted to be, but meekness was just not his strong suit. While he continued to lick me, he jerked hard on the feeble bonds around his wrists, making the knots slip until he had freed himself. I was just about to admonish him, but all he did was wrap his arms around my thighs so he could pull me closer to him and get better access, and there was simply no sense in denying him that.
    With me now secure in his grasp, he sped up, keeping his head in place, but moving his tongue with vigor and alacrity. The walls of my pussy clenched, making me yearn for his hot, thick cock there, but I wasn’t ready to let him off the hook just yet. And while getting fucked was definitely on my list of priorities, it was not number one.
    Moving off his dick completely, I put my head on his thigh, still close enough that I could lightly blow onto his saliva-wetted skin, and reached underneath his leg for his balls. They felt heavy, and were just as eager for attention as his adjacent parts. Starting slow and gentle, I increased the pressure of my sensual massage to the point where the tension was back in his thighs. Bringing my other hand back to his cock, I resumed stroking it, somewhat faster than before. He was doing a decent job. He deserved a small reward.
    I allowed myself to get lost in the moment, feeling my feeding impulse kick in. Garrett’s arousal might have been enough for that, but with my own joining it now, it was virtually impossible to hold back—and after his repeated insistence that there was no need for that, I didn’t.
    The next breath I took didn’t just inhale oxygen, but also pulled some of that delicious red haze suffusing the air around us both directly into my body. My skin started to tingle and warm, making me want to stretch languidly, like a cat on a sunny day. Sweet and spicy, but so unlike conventional food. This was what sustained me . Not just in the sense of keeping me healthy, no—with my second, much deeper inhalation, I started to feel alive for the first time in weeks. Then another, and another, and before long, I was siphoning the haze into me with increasing need, fueling my own flames. Garrett’s tongue, flicking and circling so eagerly, did a lot to bring forth my orgasm, but it was that most forbidden of essences—his soul, brought to the surface by our undulating motions against each other—that ultimately sent me over the edge.
    With one need sated but the other barely awakened, I allowed myself almost a minute before I let go and moved off him, gifting him with a small, satisfied smile. Of course he was grinning back at me, stud that he knew he was, but the flush in his cheeks wasn’t from exertion, and neither was his heavy breathing.
    “You know, it’s still not too late—“ I started to point out, but cut off when he made a move as if to push off the bed and launch himself at me.
    “Aren’t we past this?” he panted, and let me push him back down onto the bed with just a pointed finger on his abs.
    Crawling off of him so I could turn around and face him properly, I shook my head, pursing my lips in consideration.
    “I think I told you not to mess with the ties.”
    He opened his mouth as if to object, but then closed it, and instead reached for the silk, winding it around his hands until both arms