“My king, that order will never come,” I promised.
He made a raw and hungry sound that had my breath hitching and my pulse beating uncontrollably. Then his mouth was on mine again, kissing me into mindlessness, making me woozy and dizzy. There was so much pleasure not only in what he was doing, but in knowing that we didn’t have to stop.
That we could be with each other fully, and in every way imaginable.
My hands ached with an incessant need to touch him, to hold him against me, to explore every inch of him that I could. Our bodies moved together, pushing and pulling, ebbing and flowing, and each time I brushed against him, my nerve endings lit up like a thousand fireflies.
Then he moved his lips away from mine and I whined in protest.
“The goddess was right,” he said, punctuating each word with a kiss on a different part of my body. “I was made for you. Made to protect you. To serve you. To love you. To worship you. To pleasure you. To taste you.”
My mind was so hazy and the things he was doing had me writhing under him. “You ... you have tasted me.”
“Not everywhere,” he said with a wicked gleam in his eyes. He proceeded to kiss and nip and lick his way down my torso, his hands palming my breasts. He kissed my stomach and my muscles tightened under him.
“What are you—”
Then he put his hands on my hips to hold me in place and moved his face down. I felt his tongue brushing against me and I arched up in response. What was he doing? He couldn’t!
I meant to reach for him to move him away but then he did it again and I didn’t want him to stop because it was glorious. He had told me once that he could use his mouth on me, and if I had known ... by the goddess, if I had known!
Being flame-kissed meant that I couldn’t be burned, but this man knew how to burn me from the inside out.
My stomach knotted and unknotted as tension built and built inside me. I closed my eyes to better savor the threads of pleasure that shot through me. Liquid heat pooled in my core, making my entire body feel hot and tight.
“Xander, Xander ...” I began chanting his name over and over as I arched my back, my body bowing, taut as a lyre string. The pleasure was too much. Overwhelming. I didn’t think I could take more.
But he kept proving me wrong. He filled me with shooting stars and sparkling aether that spiraled and coiled inside me. My body sang with pleasure, feverish, yearning. I felt the same icy heat and fiery cold that I did while doing magic. It flooded into me, lifting me higher and higher.
Then suddenly, shockingly, the tension inside me snapped. I violently shuddered, quaking as I cried out—falling, falling, falling into an abyss where waves of pleasure and overwhelming sensations spread through me, cascades of soul-destroying delight turning me intangible so that I felt like I might float away.
He kissed one thigh, then the other, and kissed his way back up my body while I tried to catch my breath.
“So responsive.” His voice was rough with desire. “So passionate.”
“What ... what was that?” I panted.
“What I promised you. The first of many.”
I raised my limp arms to him. “I need you.”
“Then you shall have me,” he said. “In every way possible.”
Chapter Fifty-Nine
Xander’s mouth crashed into mine. He kissed me, desperate and hot. Fiercely, wildly, with an unrestrained hunger. I was so greedy, so frenzied for more. Our mouths and bodies danced together, and it was like we were breaking down everything that had come before so that we could rebuild ourselves into something new.
Together.
I felt him moan deeply against my mouth. Pleasure coiled inside me, red and burning, leaving me in a prolonged heightened state where the tension seemed to endlessly build.
“Are you ready?” he asked, his breathing harsh.
“Yes.” I wanted all of him.
He lifted himself up. “This will probably hurt. I wish that it wouldn’t. But it should only be this first time.”
I reached my shaky hands up to his face. “I know. I trust you. I love you.”
