Free Wounded Beast (Gypsy Heroes Book 2) by Georgia le Carre Page A

crawl up to her and eat her out fills me.
    ‘Put your feet up on the bed.’
    Another woman would have scooted up the bed for more space, but she doesn’t. She simply obeys the command exactly as it has been given. Her breathing increases as she moves to obey. A graceless, almost vulgar movement, but I actually like that, it’s more real. She plants both her feet on the bed so her knees press up against her breasts.
    I walk toward the liquid dripping from her pink seam like a man in a trance. I grab her hips and swipe my tongue along the swollen, succulent flesh. My body shudders. I was right. Honey . She’s pure honey. She throws her head back and moans. With that un-doctored sound of ecstasy, the whole world ceases to exist for me. There is only my tongue and her sweet pussy.
    ‘I want you to watch me eat you,’ I tell her.
    She brings her head forward and we stare at each other in wonder while I eat her until she comes rocking, arching, shrieking, and squirting shamelessly into my mouth.

    My breath hasn’t even returned to normal and already his dark shape is hovering above me, his palm gliding over my nipples, fingers trailing on my collarbone. All my senses heighten and my sex aches for his touch. In the shadows that envelop us I can hear his heart pounding hard. Only one side of his face is illuminated, and it is an expression of fierce concentration, as though I ’ m something so exquisitely fragile that the least wrong move could break me. He raises his eyes and meets mine. His are gleaming pools of hunger .
    His mouth swoops down and covers a nipple. It ’ s hot and rough, as if he ’ s trying to brand me with his mouth. Shock flares in my veins.
    ‘Oh!’ I gasp, my whole body trembling with sexual intoxication.
    Watching me intently he takes the nipple between his teeth and pulls. I whimper. But the glimmer of momentary pain is a tease from a master seducer. He starts sucking the way you would if you wanted to give someone a hickey. The sensation is electrifying.
    It feels as if my intoxicated mind is playing tricks on me. There is no doubt about the expertise of his technique. A burning desire rises within me as every muscle in my body stretches and tightens. I clench my hands helplessly. The hot mouth leaves as his other hand arrives between my legs.
    ‘Open up,’ he purrs. His breath is sweet as it dances between our lips.
    I splay my legs open and he pushes a long finger into me.
    ‘More,’ I moan.
    ‘Patience, Ella,’ he whispers and withdraws even that finger.
    I look up at him with begging eyes. He cannot know how much I want him, but I ’ m past caring. I want to stay forever in this world where there ’ s no one else but us. He slides his hands under my ass cheeks and smiles. There ’ s something mysterious and wild in that smile. I fix my eyes shut.
    ‘Look at me,’ he instructs.
    I snap them open and watch completely spellbound as his mouth draws closer and closer.
    Oh, my sweet baby Jesus! Another! In which dimension does a woman get two face cakes in one go?
    His hot, velvety tongue laps at the warm juice dripping from my pussy. He drinks it as if it is the finest nectar. Lost in the exhilarating pull of his technique, I look deep into his eyes as shudders ripple through my body. He plunges his tongue deep into me and I shake violently. His tongue, a muscular, practised thing, goes for the kill. His mouth encircles my swollen clit while it sucks!
    Fuck! How it sucks. Why do Americans say it sucks when bad times hit them? It’s fucking great when it sucks.
    His fingers slip inside. Two, or is it three? Rough as his kisses had been. I ’ m too lost in the throes of a building orgasm to know or care.
    ‘I’m coming,’ I shout.
    ‘Not yet,’ he growls, but there ’ s no way I can hold it any longer.
    My thighs are already trembling uncontrollably. Every inch of me is tingling. I try to slither away, but it ’ s too late. I prepared myself, but I could NEVER have imagined the