His eyes arrest mine as he places a lingering kiss against the skin on the side of my exposed knee, sending more goosebumps rippling.
"Are you all right with me touching you like this,sangfluir?"
"I will be if your apology is impressive enough," I murmur as a challenge, reaching out to tangle my fingers in his soft curls.
When I decide to fist his hair, twisting hard, Silas's eyes slip shut, and he grunts softly. One of his hands pushes up my dress, but he pauses when he feels the strap around my thigh where two particularly fun daggers are sheathed.
When he sees them, his lips quirk up. His eyes meet mine, shining with dark pride.
"So vicious.Naen mahk.”
In fae, that means good girl. I am most decidedlynota good girl.
Yet, for some reason, hearing Silas call me that in his husky, low voice makes heat curl down my spine.
His head disappears beneath the skirts before his hot tongue drags roughly in precisely the right spot. I gasp, and my eyes slam shut.
Gods.That feels so good.
But that sharp pleasure recedes as Silas takes his time exploring me with his mouth, gentle and methodical in the way he licks and sucks. It's such a slow, thorough approach, and itturns me hot all over as I continue tugging at his hair, panting as I try to direct his head where I want it.
When I tug his hair more insistently, frustrated that his tongue keeps swirling teasingly close to the spot near my clit that drives me wild without ever touching it, he hums and gently nips at my clit with his lips. That drives another spike of pleasure through me, and I curse. I want to fall over that glorious edge that I've only experienced twice in my life, and at this rate, it will take too long for him to get me there.
"Do that again," I demand breathlessly.
And the asshole blood fae…doesn't.
Instead, he returns to his languid pace, his tongue sliding ever so slightly into me before he kisses all around. Frustration and need course through me. But when I try to grind against his face, Silas pulls away just enough to deprive me of the friction I want.
This time, my swearing is more creative as that pleasure recedes again.
And I realize he'steasingme. Taunting me. Showing me that he can give me what I want, but only when he chooses to. He's in control. Abruptly, it makes all that hot need feel somehow…humiliating.
I hate it.
I've never felt sexually embarrassed before. Hell, I've never exploredanythingsexually before, but for reasons I can't explain, I suddenly just want to get out of here and never talk to this asshole again.
I push at Silas's head to try to get away from him.
"Never fucking mind,” I huff angrily.
But his hand locks around my knee to keep me in place as he lifts his head from under my dress. His brow furrows deeply when he sees my stormy expression.
"Did I do something wrong?"
When I once again try to close my legs to get up and leave, Silas braces his hands on my thighs, a determined expression taking over his face.
"No running this time. Talk to me. Is it that you dislike edging?"
"That's what that was?" I make a face. "Never do that again."
"If you're thinking ofagainwith me, I must have done something right. Tell me why you disliked it so I can do better."
My body is starting to hyperfocus on his hands on my bare thighs, and I squirm. Recognizing my discomfort, Silas removes his touch but waits expectantly.
I look away, trying to find the right words and choosing to keep them honest. "Pleasure is a luxury I haven't had until recently. Now I'm curious about things I've missed out on, but...I want to experience them on my own terms, I suppose."
Silas's expression softens, and he nods. "I think you dislike not being in control. We're similar in that way. But right now, you call all the shots,sangfluir. So, if you're frustrated, take it out on me. Tell me exactly what you want."
