“Do you know how fucking beautiful, you are?” I growled. “Or how much I missed these.” I gave them both a sharp squeeze, forcing her nipples to poke out between my fingers.
She whimpered.
“Every night since we’ve been captured, I thought of these.” I squeezed again. “I dreamt of these. Touching them. Licking them.” And then I bent down, sucking one hardened nipple into my mouth.
Lyr cried out, reaching for my shirt, lifting it over my head. I released her breasts just long enough to help her remove it. But then I was back, my lips fastening over her other nipple, my free hand taking the other between my fingers, tugging gently, then squeezing until I heard that sound she made—the one that was so uniquely her, the one she only made when she couldn’t hold back her pleasure. I fucking loved it. Loved teasing it out of her. And then I did it again, eliciting another cry. I kissed between her breasts, over the Valalumir star that glowed faintly against her skin.
Her fingers were in my hair as she writhed against my ministrations. And Gods, I loved her like this. Loved seeing her lose control.
But then her hands were back at my waist as I cupped her chin, seeking out her mouth again. She was unlacing my pants, stroking my erection through them. And for once, I let her. In all the times we’d been together, most of our shared intimacies had focused on her. On her pleasure before mine. On me taking care of her. I’d loved all of it, hearing her, watching her, even feeling her take her pleasure turned me on more than I could explain. But it was always about her. Because that’s how I’d wanted it. And before tonight, I couldn’t articulate why.
Something I hadn’t understood before became clear with my confession. She’d been right about taking back my power, about claiming her, marking her. Being able to choose, todecide to be with her for no reason other than it was what I wanted, what I freely desired. With all my father had put me through, all the Godsdamnedcourtingwith Amalthea and all the others, I’d tried to drown my memories with alcohol, I’d been passive. I would lay back, let them do what they wanted, take their pleasure. It wasn’t that I didn’t feel any of it, my body always responded. But not my mind. It was easier to focus on their orgasms over mine. Because none of it had been wanted. Because it was easier to lose myself when I did, easier to go numb, to forget I was there. Forget they weren’t Lyr.
But something had shifted inside me. I was ready now. Ready for her to give me what I wanted. Something I’d been waiting for. Something that for so long, much as I desired it, hadn’t been welcome. Not until her.
She was still stroking me, teasing me, making me jump against her. I cupped her ass again, and stood, then as if she understood perfectly my intentions, she released her legs, coming to stand shakily before me, her hands pulling at what remained of the laces of my pants.
“Take them off,” I said. “On your knees.”
Her face flushed with shock, and then with excitement, her eyes brightening as she nodded, sinking to the floor. My pants and what I wore underneath went with her. My cock sprung free, proof of my desire already beaded at the tip.
Lyr licked her lips, looking up at me with more hunger in her eyes than I’d dared dream of. Gods, she’d be the end of me.
“You’ve wanted this,” I said, my voice low and curling around the words.
“Yes,” she said, her hands sliding back up my bare legs.
I twitched. Fuck. She hadn’t even touched me there yet—not naked. But every second those hands were coming closer and closer, until she slid her palms up to my hips, her eyes onmy cock, doing exactly what I’d done to her. Gazing, taking me in. My breath caught, and I jerked as she let out a breath against the head.
“Tell me how you like it,” she said breathlessly. One hand wrapped around me, the other cupping my balls.
I closed my eyes, tilting my head back, my heart ready to burst. “I like it …” I swallowed, my throat tightening. “Every way. Any way.” I reached for her hair, my fingers digging into her scalp, drawing her closer. “As long as it’s your Godsdamned mouth doing it.”
A wicked smile spread across her lips, her cheeks pink, then she leaned in, kissing the head, her tongue darting out to lick slowly up and down as she squeezed.
“Fuck,” I growled.
“Like that?” she teased.
“Just like that.”
She licked again, her fingers sliding up and down, and then without warning, she took me into her mouth.
It was all I could do to not fall back against the bed, to not close my eyes, overwhelmed with the pleasure she was tugging out of me with every suck, every pull, every touch of her hands, her tongue, her mouth.
Gods.
My breathing came short, harder, and faster. My fingers were tangled in her hair, and soon I was the one making the noises, losing control, my hips moving without my realizing it, needing to push into her, to go deeper and deeper. She took me without question, moaning around me. It was too good. Too fucking good. I was already on edge, and another night, when we had more time, when a tomorrow was promised, I’d be content to stop here, to spill into her mouth. But not tonight. I needed more, needed to be inside her.
I pumped my hips, pushing myself somehow even deeper, suddenly taking control again, until I was hissing throughone final thrust. The last one I knew I could manage without coming. Lyr’s lips closed around me, sucking hard.
“On the bed,” I said, barely able to form the words. “Now.”
Lyr complied immediately, and with a pop from her mouth, I was released. She crawled up onto the blankets, taking a seat and gazed up at me, her hazel eyes sparkling with lust, and desire, and love.
I bent down to kiss her, and my tongue moved slowly, stroking hers with long, languid caresses before I bit down on her bottom lip.
“My turn,” I said, and flipped onto her belly. I nudged her up to her knees and then sank to my own at the edge of the bed, gripping her thighs and pulling her ass right into my face. My fingers slid through the ties on either side of her hips. A second later her underwear was gone.
