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The green of his irises had given way to the gold and yellow flecks. He looked more like a wild beast than a man now, and I wanted to do nothing more than scream for him as he fucked me. He seemed like the kind of guy that carried around a massive dick, and my pussy, despite never having more than an average dick inside of it, had decided it could take whatever Ryker was packing.
His gaze dropped down to the cusp of my thighs, and I watched as his fingers flitted along the gentle curving plane of my hip bone.
“Such awetlittle pussy,” he added, flicking his eyes up to meet mine pointedly. I flushed ever hotter, my cheeks probably cherry red by now, and I dropped my gaze. He leaned over me, positioning himself between my legs so I couldn’t close them, and I swear I blushed even harder.
I opened my mouth to say something, some smart retort or wicked jab, but no words came out.
“Caelum tasted you, didn’t he?”
Yeah, he also made me come harder than I’ve ever come in my life.
I didn’t say that, either. Instead, I just laid there and wished for a black hole to open up right beneath me and suck me out ofthis confusingly arousing and sexy-as-hell dream, hallucination, whatever the fuck this was. I tried to ignore the threads of arousal stringing between my thighs, but I knew he could see them, which made it even more pertinent for my crazy brain to laser focus on.
Why was I aroused right now? Why did the fact that he was looking at me like he could eat me up turn me on? Why did Ilikeit?
I shouldn’t like any of this. Honestly, I should turn tail and run for my life, screaming out the front door, but I had a feeling that the freaking football team downstairs would catch me and bring me right back here. Caelum probably couldn’t chase after me in his current condition, but Ryker certainly could.
When did he become Ryker instead of Dr. Grumpy Pants?
Maybe the moment he started looking at my pussy like it was a goddamn meal and he hadn’t had a bite to eat in weeks.
Maybe because his fingers were glancing dangerously close to my pussy with every widening circle around the peak of my hipbone.
He lowered himself down to his knees in between my legs. The movement brought himmuchcloser to my pussy than before. With a wicked grin, he leaned in towards me and the breathy heat of his mouth brushed against my thigh. I fidgeted and one of his arms pinned my hips in place against the bed.
“I asked you a question, Kaci,” he pressed.
“What?” I asked, furrowing my brow as I tried to remember what he wanted.
“Caelum tasted this pretty little pussy, didn’t he?”
“Yes,” I whispered, my shame playing out all over my face. I couldn’t hide, not like this. Fuck, I couldn’t even pull my thighs together.
He leaned down and kissed directly on top of my mound, and I sucked in a shaky breath, trying to stem the whirlwind of thoughts spinning around in my head. My entire world narrowed in on the man in between my legs and the startling contrast between the size of him and the gentle way he was holding me in place.
He blew a puff of hot air across my wet folds, and my pussy clenched so hard that my hips bucked beneath him.
“Then it’s only right that I taste you, too,” he growled.
I wanted to protest. I should have said something—anything, really—to tell him I didn’t want him to lick my pussy until I came hard on his tongue, but I didn’t.
I didn’t know why, or at least I really didn’t want to admit why.
This was a really fucking hot hallucination, and frankly, I didn’t want it to end. Fuck, if my subconscious wanted to get downright freaky with the massive hunk of a provost from Newsome, who was I to tell her any different?
His breath wafted over my clit, his lips only fractions of an inch away from it. My entire body stilled. It was like time had slowed down to a crawl, and I teetered back and forth, precariously off balance and uncertain. His sultry gaze met mine for a fraction of a second, and I swallowed hard.
He didn’t ask to eat me out. He just did.
The moment his lips brushed against my clit, it was like my whole world exploded into tiny, reflective fragments. A surge ofdesire burst straight to my clit, and my back arched clean off the bed. I bit back a cry of pleasure, chewing the inside of my cheek and fisting my hands into the bed.
Fuck, that was far more intense than I’d expected.
“You taste like fucking heaven,” he murmured, and my face heated at his sordid observation. He trailed gentle kisses along my pussy, taking his time teasing me along the way.
He took joy in torturing me. That was the only explanation. This was some form of torture. He had admitted that he kept grown men captive, and now he had me as a hostage and he was eating out my pussy to make me talk.
Nothing about today made sense, and I decided to just accept it. What was supposed to happen would happen, and if I was about to come hard on the provost’s tongue, so fucking be it.