Free Hansel 1-4: The Complete Series by Ella James

lower belly, standing straight up for her, begging for her small, smooth hands.
    She seems exactly the right size. Right height. She’s got a nice whispered voice that sounds, to my overzealous ears, a lot like Leah’s. I wonder if she can sing before her lips part once more.
    She shuts them, to my disappointment. “Nothing,” she whispers, with a little shake of her head.
    I stroke down her arm and take her hand. “Come up on the bed with me.”
    Her hand in mine feels good. So good. This girl is such a fucking good knockoff. If I squint, I can almost tell myself her mouth is Leah’s mouth. I rub my fingertips over her nails and tell myself these could be Leah’s. She would bite hers, but this Leah here with me is grown-up. Maybe she quit.
    It really is Leah, I tell myself, because she’s got so much anxiety. Leah had trouble with it, too. She used to tell me how she’d feel all lightheaded when she would dive down to the bottom of a pool to fetch a toy. Being in that room at Mother’s…
    I clench my jaw, so hard I hear a grinding sound.
    Rather than wait for her to climb up on the bed, I close my hands around her waist and lift her onto the silky duvet.
    She blinks at me, now seated right beside me on the edge of the bed. She’s so close I can feel her body’s heat. Too close, it suddenly seems. This girl feels so much like Leah, now I’m the one who’s starting to lose it. I feel a wave of sweat wash over me and know that I’m pathetic. So ridiculous. I really miss her lately. Sad. Lucas, you’re a fucking loser .
    I nod at the expanse of mattress behind us.
    “Get in the middle of the bed and kneel,” I order.
    She hesitates a moment before her small body crawls across the bed. I watch her hands tremble as she kneels and tilts her frame so she’s facing me.
    “Very nice,” I tell her. “Now lie down.”
    She holds my gaze for a moment, as if she wants to ask me how, but she doesn’t. Instead, she lies on her back with her pretty legs together and her arms by her sides.
    Damn, this one is almost perfect. Her arms are lean and lightly muscled, the skin of them soft and lightly tanned. Something about the shape reminds me of Leah’s, even though I only saw my Leah’s body once.
    My dick throbs.
    I move over so I’m right in front of her, and look into her eyes. So blue. Like Leah’s eyes. I feel my lips twitch a little with a brief desire to smile. I don’t, of course. Instead, I spread her knees apart and move between her legs.
    The trembling I saw before is rampant now as I bring my hungry mouth down on her cunt.
    I slide my tongue between her lips, flicking hard from her core up to her clit. A little gasp escapes her mouth. Her hips buck off the bed.
    “That’s right.” I press a chuckle against her plump pussy and stretch my tongue out, delving inside, parting her gently. I point the tip of my tongue and tease her up and down, stopping sometimes at her core, where I plug her sweet entrance, then drag my tongue back up, so I can skate around her clit.
    Her hands reach up and grab my shoulders; one of her fingers catches a sore spot, and I have to swallow back a moan. I didn’t tell her she could touch me. She should be punished.
    I flick my tongue over her clit, and she moans, jumping so high, her entire body comes off the bed.
    I roll my tongue around her swollen clit, then down, then up. She’s panting hard. I smirk. “How does this feel?”
    I lick my finger, then position it at her center. I inch it in, and when I’m buried up to my palm, she moans loudly.
    “Good,” she whispers. “Really good.”
    Fuck—she even sounds like Leah.
    Perfect.
    I slide my finger out and look into her pretty Leah eyes. “Put yours in. Finger yourself while I decide what to do with you.”
    I watch her sink her pointer finger partway into her cunt. Her movements are sparse, adept—like maybe she’s nervous. As her finger pushes in up to the knuckle, she leans her head back and her lips part just a