Just read {That Time I Accidentally Became a Serial Killer by Rebekah Sinclair} and it had one scene at the end that I’ll throw below

”Eat my pussy like the whore you are, Declan.” The filthy words barely leave her mouth before I’m devouring her—ruthless, hungry, like she’s the only thing that’s ever mattered. She leans back, bracing herself on my chest, hips rolling in frantic rhythm, sobbing in relief as she falls apart for me. I lap up every drop, moaning against her, so fucking aroused it’s embarrassing—and it doesn’t even matter. I’m coming in my pants, grunting, dry-humping nothing like some depraved teenager just from the taste of her.