He moved his glistening fingers up to my face. "Look at this, Bella," he growled. "I think you need to taste it."

Without waiting for my permission, he pressed his wet fingers against my lips, forcing them apart. "Suck them," he commanded. "You need to taste yourself. I know you’ll love it."

I wrapped my lips around his middle and index fingers, sucking them deep into my mouth. I groaned as the taste of my own sweetness, mixed with the saltiness of his skin, hit my tongue. It was intoxicating.

I swirled my tongue around his knuckles, cleaning off every drop of slickness as I looked up at him through...