She’s my new favorite meal. I go in deeper, exchanging gentle touches for something firmer as I kiss her, devour her, lave my tongue over her until she’s writhing, her hips seeking something more, chasing the pleasure I fully intend to give her.
When I slide my tongue inside, my groan reverberates against her soaking flesh. Fresh, and tart, and all her. Thrusting my tongue inside, I mimic the movement I fully intend to repeat elsewhere, my own hips shifting as I close my eyes and fight not to spill myself inside my own damned pants before I can finish what I’ve started.
One hand hooks over her thigh, gripping the soft skin. My other hand searches for hers, finding it and tangling our fingers together as I push her closer to that cliff edge.
I’m rewarded when her body stiffens against mine. Selene pushes herself into me and I soak in every part of her as herrelease fills my tongue. My name fills her mouth, spills from her lips on a shocked cry.
I could walk into Ellas a man at peace, as long as I could still taste her.
I coax her down from that edge with gentle, soft kisses, my hands tracing her thighs as she slumps down against the table. Her fingers squeeze mine. Breathlessly, she pants out, “I did not imagine that.”
I give her one final kiss before my body unfurls. Leaning over her, I take in the dazed look in her eyes, the color in her cheeks. A toe nudges my side. “Do not look so satisfied.”
“But I’m very satisfied.” I brush a kiss over her nipple. “You taste delicious, you know. Try it.”
Her eyes widen. But her lips part, and I offer her a small taste of herself, my tongue softly exploring her mouth even as my hands stroke over her body.
Selene presses her fingers to her mouth when I pull away, my lips curving. “I didn’t think it would taste like that.”
“I have never tasted anything better.” I kiss her shoulder, her throat, trying not to place my weight on her in case I send us both crashing to the ground. “Unfortunately, you cannot have any more, since I’m claiming it for myself.”
She half-smiles, her eyes softening. “You’re a fool.”
I pause, lifting my head. “Only with you. Only for you.”
There aren’t many I would show this side of myself to. Only my friends have ever seen true laughter in my face. But this—this giddiness—this fierce, overwhelmingjoy—this is hers. Only hers.
“Then I will keep it safe.” She shifts upright. “But I don’t believe we’re done.”
I suck in a breath as her hand brushes against my trousers. My cock is hard, already weeping, straining to pull free, but I close my eyes. “We can stop here.”
“I don’t think so,” she murmurs. Her hand slips inside, sealing around me, and my legs almost buckle at the feel of her soft fingers against turgid flesh. “I told you I intend to give you everything.”
Her lips press to my chest. Teeth graze over my nipple, and I find myself gripping the edges of the table so tightly that I hear a crack beneath my hands. In the distance, something smashes.
I fight for breath. “And I would be…gods.Grateful.”
I’d crawl for a single fucking smile.
Her fingers pull away. Selene doesn’t look away from my face as she undoes my trousers, sliding her hand down and pushing them free until I can kick them off. A single finger traces the underside of my cock, confident and certain in its movement, rubbing over the head of my cock until I bite the inside of my cheek to stop myself from erupting.
She stiffens when I catch her fingers in mine. I lift them, kissing the ends before I fold them over carefully. “If you play with me, I will not last long.”
And for this—for our first time—I don’t want to play. I want to be with her. Only her.
Her throat bobs. “I don’t know how else to do it, Callan.”
My chest cracks open. Splits straight down the middle at her small voice. And I remember her words from the night I found her again. When I didn’t even know who she was, only that I felt unsteady, even in those first hours.
Most seem to prefer it from behind.
Selene’s whisper gets through the fury that fills my chest. “Callan, your maegis.”
I glance over my shoulder. Briefly enough to notice that everything within this house, every item not nailed to the floor, is suspended in mid-air.
“Ignore it.”
My voice rasps, iron at the back of my throat, and I turn Selene back to face me, taking in the uncertainty on her face. I fold her into me, and I breathe a little easier as her face fits into the crook of my neck. My hands gently trace over her wings, aware of those who came before and despising every single one of them for daring to lay their hands on her. My hands run through her hair, careful of the tangles. “There is no rush.”
