But his unhurried touch brings me closer to the precipice of release, forcing me to focus only on him and not on my doubts. Nox reaches up to kiss me deeply, his tongue aligning with the movements of his finger so expertly that it claims my breath while leaving me free-falling, the tension uncoiling rapidly within me.
I bite down on my lower lip, trying to silence the indecent moans clawing up my throat.
He notices, his gaze growing lethalas he leans back andgrowls, “Don’t youdarequiet yourself. I want to hear every single sound you make, Rhea. Those noises aremineto claim.” As if to punctuate his words, his finger moves faster while his teeth nip at my ear.
The next wave of release peaks, then hangs until I think I’m shouting between my heaving breaths as my heels dig into the bed. I wait for that feeling—the one that ushers in complete relaxation—but with Nox’s body still on top of my own, it never comes. Instead, the ache between my legs pulsesstronger.
“When you dreamed of my hands touching you, was it like that?” His voice is pure velvet, sensuous in a way I’ve never heard from him, and it turns me utterlymolten.
“This is better.”
A dark chuckle leaves him before he moves to stand.
“What are you—”
My question is halted when he leans over and wraps his hands around either side of my waist, dragging me down the bed until my legs hang off the edge of it. Nox gathers my skirt, and with another look up at me for approval—which I give with a nod—he removes and then tosses it to the floor like he’s personally offended by it. The sight makes me laugh, my hand then covering my mouth in mortification.
“Rhea, I meantevery. Single. Noise.” The cadence of his voice sends my heart skipping and makes my magic press harder at the barrier of my skin.
Lowering my hand, I brace myself on my elbows and stare up at where he stands in front of me, his legs between my knees. “I would have thought laughing at a time like this is a bad thing.”
“Not your laugh.Neveryour laugh. I always want to hear it.” He leans down and kisses me—first my lips and then the curve of my jaw, my head falling back to give him access to my neck. His sweet words might make me tear up if only I wasn’t so overwhelmed by the way his tongue drags across my scorching skin. Nox travels his way down to my stomach, moving slowly like he has to make sure he savors every place his lips caress. “So perfect.” His voice melts into me, making my toes curl.
Then he lowers onto his knees, the act igniting my blood. My guard. My friend. My prince. On his knees beforeme. He hooks his fingers into the waistband of my undergarment and, with a restraint I could never replicate, begins to slide them off of me. Time stands still as I watch him, my anxiousness easing a little when I see how quickly his chest is rising and falling too. When I’m completely bare, his eyes fall directly on the spot between my legs. I don’t want to be shy about him seeing me this way, but it’s instinctual to let my knees fall together.
Nox clicks his tongue, shaking his head and sending his raven waves tumbling over his forehead. Placing his hands onmy knees, his lips pull to the right as his gaze pierces me. “I told you I would get on my knees for you.” A breathy laugh is all I can manage, words and thoughts wiped completely away by the sight before me. “What do you want, Rhea?” he asks, lowering his body while his hands push my legs apart, his shoulders holding them open.
“What?”
“What. Do. You. Want?” Each word is sharply enunciated, and I gasp again when he plants tender kisses on my inner thigh, moving higher with each one.
For a moment, I don’t know how to answer him. I’ve never been given the opportunity to choose something for myself until the day I allowed him into the tower. That choice had changed everything—everything.
So maybe that is answer enough.
“You.” Vulnerability makes my lips tremble, the air thick with the emotion. I don’t think sex is only about pleasure—it is seeing someone unencumbered. Uninhibited. It is honesty in its purest form. “I just want you.”
He presses a kiss right above where I need him. Where I am already so wet with desire. Reaching across my body, he grabs my hand and forces me to partially sit up. Then he guides my fingers into his hair, his grip tightening around my own.
“You will use me to find your pleasure, Rhea.”
I stare at him as I feel another jagged part of me smooth over. Despite being inexperienced, he’s givingmethe power in a moment when he could hold it all. That had always been the case with him though. It was almost as if his pleasure was completely dependent upon my own.
The first long swipe of his tongue is euphoric, the sensation foreign and new but so incredibly divine. I hold my breath and watch him lick another line directly up my center, right to whereI’m most sensitive. My back arches when he moans, the need for more friction overwhelming.
“I knew you would taste incredible.Fuck, I knew it.” Then his mouth is on me fully, devouring me in eager and luscious strokes. His eye’s meet mine, gleaming in wicked delight while his mouth and tongue—gods, that tongue—do something far more sinful.
I’m tumbling off the edge of the world, each ounce of control over my body leaves little by little as he kisses and licks and even drags his teeth over me. His palm flattens on my abdomen, my writhing uncoordinated and led purely by the desire racing through my veins. Nox grabs my legs and places them over his shoulders, the action giving me the ability to use him as leverage. With a hand still in his hair, I hold him to me and roll myself against his mouth, groaning as I do.
“Yes, Rhea.”
My eyes close as tension builds at the base of my spine. How is it possible that each touch from him is better than the last? That my body both cravesandis sated by him at the same time? It’s enough to make me crazy—to want to lose myself in this madness he creates.Wecreate.
“Say my name again.” The command in his voice, thedominancein it, makes me shudder as my fingers tighten around his hair. He drags his tongue over me again, and I think I could die from this—from the pleasure of him touching me this way.
“Oh gods,” I moan, my hips bucking against him, but he forces them back down with his forearm. My eyes fly open, a squeak of protest on the tip of my tongue until I look at him. His lips shine with my arousal, and his gaze narrows fiendishly at the apex of my thighs.
“Say.”Lick. “My.”Lick. “Name.”Lick.
