“Tell me what you like about my body, then,” I said archly, putting my fingers over his wrist on my throat.
His eyes lit as if he were pleased by the challenge. His hands stroked up my sides again, cinching up my tunic. I raised my hands above my head so he could strip it from my skin.
He looked as if he were feasting on the sight of my curves, even though I still wore the soft wrappings that padded and shielded my breasts. For the training session that I was currently avoiding to be face-to-face with Fieran.
I’d no doubt pay for that, at least in Ander’s respect, but right now I couldn’t tear myself away from Fieran.
“I love these mortal curves, yes,” he admitted. “Fae are all sharp edges and cold power, and here you are, warm and alive and soft.”
He bent his head to drop a kiss to the skin just above my waistband, on my hip, and my breath stuttered in my chest.
His thumb slid over the soft skin at the top of the bindings before he undid the bindings, his hands reverent, as if he were unwrapping a gift from the gods.
“And these breasts. You’re so damned delicious.” He kissed the edge of my nipple, and my body rocked forward, wanting his hands on me. His mouth. His lips turned up at the edges, knowing, as if he intended to deliberately torture me.
He took my hand in his, pressing a kiss to the back of my knuckles. I felt self-conscious about my weathered hands, aged beyond my years, next to the smooth-skinned, glowing Fae.
“I love these competent, dangerous hands,” he told me. “Every freckle, mark, and callous. I want to feel you stroke my cock. You’re going to devastate me.”
I gripped his cock through his trousers, his hand still on mine, and his lashes fluttered as if he were on the verge.
“Lean back,” he murmured, shifting forward and pushing me down on the window seat.
His grip on my shoulder was gentle, just an urging, but I obeyed. He arranged my legs on either side of him, then took his time, slowly removing one boot. I shivered at the air coming in the window, brushing over my naked skin, but just as much at my vulnerability. One boot thudded to the floor, then the other.
He slid his fingers under my waistband, rolling my leggings down and my underwear with them. I bit my lower lip, watching the way his eyes tracked over my body with delight.
“I am going to devour every inch of your body,” he told me. “So you’ll never again doubt how I desire you.”
Fieran paused, his thumb brushing over the patch of hair. “It’s darker than the rest of your hair. And so pretty.”
“It’s just hair, Fieran.”
“Not to me. It’s welcoming me before”—his thumb slid lower, through my folds, and my hips jerked—“the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen in my life.”
“It’s not welcoming you.”
“It’s not?” His brows arched, his thumb tracing more languid circles through my folds. He raised his thumb to his lips and sucked on it with evident pleasure. “Because you are so wet for me.”
“It’s not personal.”
“Liar.” His answering grin was dazzling. “I’m going to tongue-fuck you until you’re sorry.”
“I don’t think you understand how threats work, Fear.”
He suddenly lowered his head between my thighs and licked a line straight up my pussy. I let out a sound that was half-laugh, half-gasp. My thighs started to close automatically, but his arms circled my thighs, holding me open for him.
Fear’s tongue stroked me over and over, rough and hungry, and I couldn’t hold back a needy sound. My hips would have rocked, but he held me still as I longed for more friction. He settled down, his mouth working steadily against my clit.
My body tensed, already spiraling toward my orgasm, and he shifted, kissing my inner thighs. My core clenched on nothing, the wave of my orgasm dying.
Then he returned to working my clit. His tongue and mouth wereall-consuming. My head fell back, my body arching; the view outside was bright and blue and shimmering as my fingers tangled in his hair.
“Fear…” I moved to push him away, sensitivity spiraling through my core as my orgasm built. He twined our fingers together, pinning my hands to my thighs. My hips rocked desperately, seeking more, seeking escape.
Seekinghim.
He stopped and pressed a kiss to one lip. “Punishment, remember? For lying to me?”
