My Second Chance Mate is a Barbarian (Sera and Fenris) novel Chapter 222

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Lyra

She reached for the laces of my dress and freed my breasts from the silk, the fabric dropping away, and then her mouth was on my skin and her hand cupped my bare breast and squeezed, and I arched up into her hands before I'd decided to.

She pulled my nipple into her mouth.

She sucked hard, her tongue pressing it flat against the roof of her mouth, and the direct line between my nipple and my pussy went taut all at once. I grabbed her hair. She did it again, slower this time, tongue circling the tip before she sucked again, and then she bit it — soft, enough to feel — and I made a sound that came from my chest.

She moved to the other one without asking. Her teeth grazed the nipple first and I felt my pussy clench before she'd even put her mouth on me properly. When she did — hot and wet and pulling — I pushed my breast into her face and held her there.

She let me hold her.

Then she pulled back.

She pressed her palm flat against my pussy through the silk. No movement. Just her hand on me and the silk damp against her and the specific knowledge of how wet I already was, the fabric sticking slightly, and she held still while I breathed through it.

"Nadia—"

She squeezed. Once. Firm. And then dragged her palm up and away and went back to my nipple like she hadn't done anything.

I was going to lose my mind.

I reached down and worked the dress up to my hips myself. She watched me do it. She sat back on her heels between my knees and watched me bare myself and her expression was the one I could never look at directly — not tenderness, not patience, something that lived between ownership and hunger, the specific look of someone who already knew what they were going to do and wanted me to know it too.

She put her mouth on the inside of my thigh.

Low. Nowhere close. She kissed up slowly, her lips open against my skin, and I felt her breath warm on my pussy before her mouth got there, close enough that I lifted my hips toward her face.

She kissed my inner thigh on the other side instead.

"For the love of—"

She bit me. Right at the crease of my hip, where the skin is thin and sensitive, her teeth closing just hard enough to make every nerve below my waist pay attention, and then she pressed her open mouth against my pussy and licked me once, bottom to top, broad and flat and wet.