Chapter 25

My thoughts are too hazy and many to make sense of. So I give them up when more fireworks go off within me. Unable to control my body, I throw my head back on the couch, relishing the assault of Ryan's skilled tongue on my clit.

God, I'm so wet and slick for him. I'm actually feeling light-headed—fainting is a possibility.

Ryan's palms are stroking my waist, and he lifts his head, flashes me a sexy grin, and dips down again, adding more force to his tongue. I lift my bottom in response and moan when his tongue finds that burning, delicious spot. Fuck me. I'm squirming beneath him, bathing in my own sweat. His mouth is like a drug, and I'm the dirty junkie—I can't get enough of this man!

"It feels... Too good..." My voice sounds too animalistic to be mine, breathier than ever.

Something is building up within me, but Ryan is the devil; he stops licking me as if he knows precisely what is happening.

"What do you want, Amelia?" He is kissing a pat