Deliberately.
My mouth trails down her neck, pausing to scrape my teeth along her pulse. She arches into me with a broken sound and I nearly lose it right there.
Control. Keep control.
I keep going. Down her collarbone. Over the swell of her breast.
When my mouth closes over her nipple, she cries out.
I cover her mouth with my hand—not silencing, just muffling—and look up at her through my lashes.
“Quiet, sunshine,” I murmur. “Unless you want the whole house to hear.”
She bites her lip.
Good girl.
I reward her by sucking harder, teeth grazing sensitive skin, and she arches off the bed with a whimper that goes straight to my cock.
Fuck.
My free hand slides down her stomach. Hooks into her waistband.
“Can I?”
“Yes. Gods, yes.”
I strip her pants off in one motion, taking her underwear with them.
I go still.
Just… stare.
She’s perfect. Every inch of her laid bare for me to see. Curves and soft skin and strength.
Heat flares beneath my skin—my magic responding to the sight of her, the scent of her.
“You’re so beautiful,” I murmur. “You have no idea.”
She flushes. “Torric—”
“I mean it.” My hand skims up her thigh. Stops just short of where I can smell how wet she is. “I’ve wanted this. Wanted you. For so long.”
She reaches for me. Pulls me down. “Then take me.”
I kiss her again—deep, consuming—while my hand finally moves higher.
When my fingers brush between her thighs, she gasps into my mouth.
“Fuck, Kaia,” I breathe. “You’re soaked.”
She can’t respond. Can’t do anything but whimper as I move—slow, deliberate circles that make her hips jerk.
“Is this okay?”
“More,” she manages. “Please, Torric—”
I slide one finger inside.
