I kiss my way down her body. Slow. Deliberate. Memorizing every sound she makes, every hitch of breath, every place that makes her gasp.
“Darian—” She’s squirming. “You don’t have to—”
“I want to.” I press my mouth to her stomach. Lower. “I want to taste you. I’ve thought about it for months. Let me.”
The sound she makes is not quiet.
Someone across the cave shifts in their sleep.
We both freeze.
A long moment. Breathing. Waiting.
Nothing.
“You need to be quieter than that,” I murmur against her thigh.
“Then stop being so—” She gestures vaguely at me. At my mouth. “That.”
“No.”
I spread her open with my fingers.
She’s soaked. The scent of her arousal hits me and my cock throbs painfully.
“Gods, Kaia.” The words come out reverent. Broken. “You’re so fucking wet.”
“I told you.” Her voice is strained. “Days. I’ve been like this for days.”
I drag my tongue through her folds.
Her hips buck against my face. A moan escapes — too loud, way too loud.
I pull back just enough to nip at her inner thigh. “Shh.”
She whimpers.
I don’t stop.
I work her with my tongue — long, slow strokes that have her writhing. Quick flicks against her clit that make her thighs shake around my head. I push two fingers inside her, curling them, finding that spot—
She bites her lip to muffle her scream.
Somewhere across the fire, Torric shifts. Mutters something in his sleep.
I fuck her with my fingers while I suck her clit, and she comes apart in under a minute. Clenching around me, soaking my hand, trembling so hard I feel it through every point of contact.
The bondflares.
Not the cold, corrupted pulse I’m used to. Something warmer. Brighter. Like light breaking through cracked glass.
I crawl back up her body before she’s finished trembling.
“I need—” She reaches for me, fingers fumbling at my pants. Her hands wrap around my cock and I have to bite my own tongue to keep from groaning. “I need you inside me. Now.”
“Kaia—”
“Now.” She strokes me — once, twice — and my hips jerk into her grip. “Please, Darian. I need to feel you.”
