Book 4 - Chapter Eighty Three

Hallick’s POV

I could get f.ucking drunk on this woman, her taste is carved into my memory now.

I make long, languid strokes with my tongue through her folds, relishing each little moan as her fingers tighten in the covers underneath her.

‘Mark . . ‘ she whimpers again, my name falling from her lips setting me on fire, that’s the only f.ucking name that should ever leave her mouth.

I pump my fingers inside of her, feeling her walls contract as she moves her hips, meeting my thrusts eagerly. That’s my girl, taking what she wants without embarrassment, using my hand for her pleasure.

I curl my fingers inside of her, finding the spot that has her writhing, back arching as her walls grip me tightly and she begins to tremble.

‘Oh God!’ she gasps as my mouth latches onto her clit, sucking it be……