“I need to hear you say it,” he breathed against her.
Her chest rose and fell with every whisper of his breath on her, every flicker of his teasing tongue.
“Fuck you, Dorian,” she managed.
His nose nudged her again, and he allowed his tongue to deliberately rake the slickness of her, making her muscles clench. “That’s not very nice.” He kissed her thigh delicately, his thumb coming around and slowly pressing against her insides. She whimpered, and he smirked at her before puckering his mouth once more and blowing against her. “Say it for me, Lady Fyre,” he uttered. “Say the name you’d dare not call me in front of anyone else.”
Her fingers tightened in his hair, and a jagged breath left her as she looked down at him. And when their gazes met, his mouth opened as though he would kiss her again, but he paused at her entrance.
“I hate you,” she breathed.
His tongue raked her slickness again, parting her and laying his tongue flat, tip flickering her entrance. “I know you do.” He pressed his lips to her other thigh then, nibbling on her skin. “I’m waiting…”
He heard the huff of breath leave her when his mouth brushed her clit once more, and her hips bucked upwards towards his face. The dark lilac of her eyes blazed through him when he lifted his lashes to her.
“Take me over the Edge…” she finally breathed. “My King.”
The words sent a chill down his spine. His chuckle vibrated in the space between her legs, and he nipped her folds. “Wasn't expecting the beg,” he uttered, his lips brushing her sensitive skin. “A simplemy Kingwould have sufficed.”
Her response came in the clench of her thighs around his cheeks, and he obliged to her wants. He sucked on her, devouring her. Memorizing her against his mouth. Until her rocking against him stilled, and her entire body began to shake.
He slowed.
Daring to keep her on that edge.
His clenched fingers moving from her thighs to her ass, squeezing her flesh and making her squirm. He slipped his thumb inside her slowly and pulled back to watch her as he mouthed those nerves. Her wetness pooled around his finger, and he pushed further inside her. His name released from her lips. Tongue swirling, his pace picked back up. Until she was once more jerking around him.
Her hands moving from his hair to her own thighs, grasp clenching into her skin and her shoulders hitting the wall. Heels digging into his back.
She cursed the sky, moans sounding from her that he'd only fantasized about.
She came apart on his lips, and he licked her clean. She continued to groan, to tremble and fist his hair as he drained her. Thighs flinching. Muscles jerking. To the point, he decided he would make her come again because he enjoyed hearing her so much.
Noises he had never heard from any woman came from her. Her hands clenching his hair so tight, he thought she might pull it out. Her fist hit the wall. Heel slammed into his shoulder. She convulsed. Screaming his name and wiggling against him. He could feel the throb of her heartbeat in her clit.
And she shattered on his mouth once more.
Dorian slowed this time, his tonguing turning to kisses until he paused to lean his cheek against her thigh and watch her come down from the high.
Her chest buckled, exhausted satisfaction spread over her features. He kissed her thigh one last time before surrendering to the floor, allowing her legs to move from his shoulders and for her to sink onto the ground.
"Good job, Prince," she uttered, lashes sweeping as she looked him over.
Dorian's lips twisted at the words, and he noted the smile in her eyes. "He told you, didn't he?"
Reverie's smirk turned into a satisfied grin. "I don't know what you mean."
And he knew she was lying.
Dorian laughed and shook his head. "I will kill him."
She chuckled under her breath and sat up to her shaking knees, leaning forward over him, and her hands pressed to his thighs. She kissed him, tongue brushing delicately against his own, and his stomach knotted.
She bit her lip when she pulled back. "Too bad he stayed with your sister just now," she said in a rasp. "Watching you two in the cave has me curious."
Dorian smiled slyly, the thought of being with both of them making his heart flee. "Next time," he winked, giving her ass a firm slap. "Right now..." He shifted and pulled her onto his lap. His lips pressed softly to her throat, fingers digging into her ass. "Right now, I'm enjoying having you to myself," he uttered against her skin. "I've been robbed of bedding my wife for some time now. I have to make up for it."
Reverie laughed softly, and she kissed him once more. "Dinner," she said as she pushed to her feet. "Dinner first. Then we can talk about whether you deserve to have me all to yourself."
