Chapter 96 The One Who Didn't Beg Ch7

• It should have ended in that backroom. But when he zipped up, she didn’t run. When he kissed her, she didn’t slap him. She let him. And when he showed up at her door an hour later, sweat-drenched, eyes wild, she let him in without a word.
• This time there were no rushed hands, no careless bruises against dirty walls. This time he undressed her slow, like she was something to worship. He kissed her throat, her collarbones, the swell of her breasts. He bit her nipple, sucked it deep into his mouth until she gasped, fingers clawing his shoulders. He dragged his mouth down her ribs, her stomach, down to the soft inside of her thighs.
• When he spread her open and tasted her, she slapped at his shoulders but didn’t push him away. He licked her slow at first, tongue circling her clit, fingers teasing her slit until she arched. He buried two fingers inside, curling them just right. She cursed him, dug her nails into his hair, and rode his mouth until she came hard enough her legs clamped around his head. He didn’t stop. He sucked her through it, tasting every drop of her until she was whimpering, gasping, begging him to stop—then begging him not to.