Belle's thighs clamped around my head. Her hands grabbed fistfuls of my hair. The sounds she made were fucking illegal in three states.
I didn't care.
I was too busy cataloging every detail. The way her hips rolled against my face. The way her breathing hitched when I found that particular spot with my tongue. The way she tasted like salt and something sweet and completely addictive.
Bronze-tier essence or not, Belle was responsive as hell.
I pulled back just enough to speak. "You're soaking my face."
"Shut up," Belle gasped. Her voice was wrecked. "Don't stop."
I grinned against her. "Make up your mind."
"I hate you."
"No you don't."
I went back in. Sealed my lips around her clit and sucked hard while my tongue did things that should require a license.
Belle's back arched off the bed. Her whole body went rigid. "Jace!"
I could feel it building. The way her thighs trembled. The way her breathing got shallow. The way her fingers tightened in my hair until it hurt.
