It crests like a wave and breaks in me all at once. My mouth falls open and my core tenses just before I shatter.
He holds me through it, murmuring something I can’t make sense of over the rush in my ears. My fingers twist in the sheets and my chest heaves. My body feels devoid of bones–I simply pool atop the bed.
Just when I try to come down from the sensation, his body moves lower.
I expected him to come back up and kiss me, but he doesn’t.
His hands trail down the length of my thighs, parting them with aching care as he settles between them.
My breath catches as his lips press against the inside of one knee.
Then lower.
And again, lower still.
I feel the heat of his breath brushing against the place he just touched with his fingers and I freeze.
“Riven…what are you doing?”
He glances up through the dark spread of his lashes, and the look he gives me is nothing short of wicked devotion.
“What I’ve wanted to do from the start,” he murmurs. “You didn’t think I was done with you already, darling?”
Before I can formulate a response, his mouth lowers and his tongue drags across me in a single, smooth stroke.
My hips jolt as my head drops back, a sharp gasp falling from my lips.
I didn’t know mouths could do that. I didn’t knowanythingcould feel like this.
Pleasure surges through me again, but differently this time, somehow deeper and more consuming.
His hands anchor my thighs apart, firm and unyielding. His tongue moves with purpose now, circling, flicking, and drawing tight spirals over the most sensitive part of me until I gasp his name, again and again, like it’s the only word I remember.
“Riven, please–”
My voice is broken. I don’t even know what I’m begging for, but he growls low against me as if he understands. The sound vibrates straight through my core and I cry out at the sensation. The world narrows to the wet heat of his mouth, the pressure of his tongue, the firm grip of his hands keeping me open and grounded while my body spirals higher again.
Then, another new feeling steals my focus. A single finger, slick with my arousal, presses gently at my entrance.
I freeze, but only for a breath.
He waits and gives me space to stop him, but I don’t.
I lift my hips in invitation and his finger eases in. Slowly and carefully. My body wraps around him, and the pressure is strange at first, but never painful. Just new.
Then he curls it upward, hitting a new spot entirely.
“Oh,” I moan out as my lashes flutter.
He starts to move enough to stroke and curl while his mouth continues its sinful rhythm.
Sensation starts climbing again. My body begins to tighten on the edge, already shaking, and his name is a litany on my lips.
Then I feel the brush of his fangs slipping free, grazing just barely over the soft skin as his growl deepens, as if he’s struggling to stay restrained even now. The reminder of what he is and what he could do if he lost control right now should scare me.
Yet it doesn’t…It’s what sends me over the edge.
I fall apart against his mouth with a sound I don’t recognize as mine, my body pulsing and pleasure burning brightly behind my eyes.
