Chapter 112

Briar’s POV

He groaned softly, the sound vibrating against my skin. Then, finally, he shifted, rolling us so I was beneath him. His gaze locked on mine as he slid his hands down, fingers hooking under the waistband of my panties. With one smooth pull, he drew them down my legs and tossed them aside.

Cool air kissed my wetness, making me shiver. He spread my thighs gently, his palms warm on my skin, holding me open for his eyes. The hunger there was barely leashed, but his touch was tender, reverent.

"You’re so wet," he murmured, voice thick.

I flushed, but couldn’t look away. His thumb stroked lightly over my folds, gliding with the slickness already coating me. I whimpered at the contact, hips jerking.

He leaned down, kissing my inner thigh first, then the soft skin just beside where I needed him most. My pussy clenched, aching, dripping with anticipation.

When his tongue finally touched me, it was gentle—just a soft flick over m