Promises and Pomegranates by Sav R. Miller

one of my hands and clasping the material to my hip, leaning in so his hot
breath skates across my pussy.
“Kal, there are people—”
He smiles, devilish and hungry and foreign. I’ve never, ever, seen him
smile.
Bringing his forearm up, he uses it to pin my hips against the door,
bracketing me between his lips and the wood. I swallow, the ferocity in his
eyes roping my stomach into one giant knot.
“I want them to hear, little one. Want them to know what I do to you,
what only I can.” One lick, splicing right up my seam as he drives his fingers
in quicker, and I’m already on the cusp of a fucking revelation. “If you’re
jealous, I’m a goddamn psychopath.”
Latching his mouth to my clit, he fishes a groan from my esophagus,
searing my insides as it puffs past my lips. Moving in fast, short flicks, his
tongue lashes against me, sending frissons of electricity singing through my
nerve endings.
“Look at me, Elena,” he says around swirls, his mouth vibrating against
my lips, creating a delicious sensation that duels with his ministrations.
“Look at your husband when you come for him.”
“Oh, God.” My head slams back against the door, eyes fluttering shut.
“I doubt He could get you off like this,” Kal says, teeth nipping at my
second pulse, pulling me to attention. “Eyes on me.”
His command leaves no room for protest, his stare pulling me in and
refusing to let go. Sealing his lips around me, he sucks my clit into his mouth,
pressing the flat of his tongue to its hood.
“What?” I croak, remembering his unfinished admission, my hips rising
to meet the full motion, chasing sweet release. “What do I make you feel?”
Lust flares in his irises, darkening them until they’re as black as his hair,
and he releases me just enough to free his tongue for a second, leaving me
wanton and empty.
“Alive,” he growls, diving back in to get the meal he dropped to his knees
for. As he works me over, impaling me on his fingers and massaging with his
tongue, my pussy quivers, threatening to explode. “You there? Come for me,
wife. Show me how crazy I make you.”
I nod, frantic, barely able to keep eye contact as the euphoric wave rears
its head, crashing over me with such force that my vision splits, breaking in
half as my body convulses. He laps at me, grunting and groaning like I’m the