Chapter 246

he first touch of his lips to her very center was not a kiss, but a whisper-soft brush, a testing caress that sent a jolt of pure lightning through her.

“Ash…ton…” His name fractured on her lips, a broken cry.

Emboldened, he repeated the contact, this time with firm, languid pressure, his lips molding to her most intimate flesh. Then came his tongue-a flat, warm, knowing stroke that parted her folds to delve into her very essence *Oh, god.* The thought was a frantic, internal scream, a chaotic mix of panic and overwhelming pleasure.

She was simultaneously unraveling and being remade. His mouth was a masterful instrument, alternating between broad, languid strokes that made her hips jerk, and focused, flickering attentions that stole her sanity. With one of her legs hooked over his shoulder, he feasted upon her as if she were a sacred spring, his hands firmly holding her hips steady as she writhed against the relentless, glorious onslaught.

“Oh, so good…” she rasped, throwing her head back against the wall, her eyes staring unseeingly at the ceiling as she fought for breath.

Every moan, every gasp that escaped her was a guide he followed with relentless precision. He was building the tension inside her, coil by exquisite, torturous coil, until she was hovering on a razor’s edge, a precipice of pure, shattering oblivion.

“Oh god, Ashton… I’m coming!” A sharp, guttural cry tore from her throat.