His gaze flicks to mine, worried. "Is this okay?"
"Yes. God, yes," I gasp.
He studies me for a minute, checking for any hint that I'm not being honest. "Remember what I said outside, Tia? You going to let me do it?"
It takes a minute for my brain to catch up and figure out what he means. The second I do, a blast of heat rips through me. "Yes. Please, yes," I beg, writhing beneath him. I want his mouth on me so damn badly.
His fingers slip into my waistband. I stop breathing again as he tugs them down, his eyes locked on my body. I don't think he's breathing either. He's just…staring like he can't look away.
And then my pants and panties are around my knees, and then my ankles. He stops staring long enough to pull my shoes off, placing sweet kisses all along my calves as he tugs my clothes the rest of the way off.
I'm bare beneath him, trembling.
His gaze runs up my body and then back down. "Stunning," he says. "So fucking stunning."
I can't speak. I can't even breathe as he fits himself between my legs again, lifting one over his shoulder, exposing me to him. All I can do is cling to the blankets and watch him.
He moves slowly, carefully, but his control is slipping. Every time his eyes lock on my pussy, it slips a little further. I feel it in the way his hands tighten on me, hear it in the way he groans, see it in the way his eyes darken and his cheeks flush.
He dips his head, running his lips up the inside of my thigh, and I sob. I can't help it. I feel his breath on me, and I'm just…gone.
"Fuck," he groans, yanking me closer. His tongue touches my slit, and then he's gone, too. The sound he makes isn't human. It's pure need, echoing from the ceiling.
"Briggs!" I sob, arching and free-falling at the same time as he buries his face in my center, spreading me wide. He isn't slow and careful now. He's a beast, slipping his chains, glutting himself on the feast before him.
And I'm the feast.
He's loud and messy, licking, sucking, thrusting the tip of his tongue inside me like he needs to get it as deep as possible, as soon as possible. His grip bruises my hips, but I love the way he holds onto me like he's trying to root himself to reality.
"Jesus, Tia," he groans, flicking my clit and then thrusting his tongue inside me again. "You're so fucking good, beautiful."
"S-so is that mouth," I manage to gasp, already so close to the edge, I'm dizzy.
"Told you I was going to ruin you with it," he says.
I try to laugh, but I can't. Not when he sets his tongue flat against my clit and thrusts two fingers inside me at the same time, curling them up.
I shatter instantly, my mouth open, no sound coming out. All I can do is feel it, every endless heartbeat, every perfect detonation, every crashing wave.
When I come back to myself, he's wrapped around me, his naked chest pressed to mine, one bare leg tangled through mine, holding me tightly. "I'm right here," he croons, his lips against my shoulder. "I'm right here."
Only then do I realize that I'm crying, my whole body shaking. I don't even know why. I feel better than I ever have in my life, but tears still leak from the corners of my eyes.
He dries them, his hands shaking. "Are you okay, sweetness?"
"Perfect," I whisper because it's true. I've never been more perfect, never felt more whole than I do in this moment, like I've finally reclaimed every piece of myself I lost in that courtyard six years ago. "I'm perfect, Briggs."
"Yeah, you are," he whispers, his lips coming down on mine in a sweet kiss. "If it's too much, we can stop right here, Tia. You don't owe me anything."
"No," I whisper, "that's not it. I'm just…happy, Briggs." More tears well in my eyes. "I'm just really fucking happy."
His expression softens with understanding, his lips brushing mine again. "I told you this would be perfect for you, Tia. I meant that. This is the night you'll remember for the rest of your life, not anything else. Okay?"
I nod, because I'm pretty sure he's right about that. This is what I'm going to remember forever—this feeling, him on top of me, the way he touches me, the way he looks at me. It'll be him I remember.
I run my fingers down his back, making him groan. His erection nudges me, hard and insistent. I reach for him, but he quickly grabs my hand, pressing a quick kiss to my fingers before pressing it to the bed.
"If you touch me, this will be over before it even begins," he says, laughing a little. "I can still taste you on my lips. I can still hear you shattering for me."