“No.” His grip gentle but firm. “Let me look. Please.”
The please undid her.
Letting her arms fall she revealed herself to him.
His hands followed where his eyes had been. Traced the curve of her waist, the swell of her hip, his fingertips reverent. When his palm spread across her belly—the part she’d always hated—he made a sound low in his throat.
“Perfect.” His voice was thick. “Every inch of you.”
Heat washed through her. No one had ever looked at her like this. Like she was everything they wanted.
“Your turn.” She tugged at his waistband. “Fair’s fair.”
He stood long enough to shove his pants down, then he was naked too?—
Oh.
She bit her lip, her eyes widening. She’d glimpsed him in the hot tub but… holy shit.
He. Was. Huge.
His cock was hard and thick, jutting from dark hair, the head flushed purple and already glistening. So big. For a second doubt flickered… would he even fit?
But then he was over her again, settling between her thighs, and the heat in his eyes burned away every thought except yes.
“I need to touch you.” His hand slid between her legs, fingers brushing her folds. “I need to know you’re ready for me. I need to taste you.”
“Please—”
The first stroke of his fingers made her gasp. He explored slowly… deliberately, finding where she was wet and aching. When one thick finger slid inside her, her hips jerked off the bed.
“So wet.” His voice had gone rough. “All for me?”
“Yes.” She bit her lip. “All for you.”
He worked that finger in and out, watching her face and adding a second finger when she started to rock against his hand. She whimpered. The stretch felt amazing, but it wasn’t enough. She needed more. Needed?—
His thumb found her clit.
“Oh god—” Her hands fisted in the blankets.
He circled and pressed, his fingers still moving inside her, building a rhythm that had her gasping his name. The pleasure built and built, coiling tighter in her belly until she was trembling.
“That’s it.” His eyes never left her face. “Let me see you. Let me watch you come apart.”
Then his mouth replaced his thumb.
The first touch of his tongue against her clit made her cry out. He licked and sucked while his fingers kept that maddening rhythm, and then…
She came apart, pleasure crashing through her like a tidal wave.
“Goraath—oh god, Goraath—” The words tore from her throat between gasps, his name a chant she couldn’t stop. “Yes, yes, please—” Her whole body shook, pleasure rolling through her in endless waves.
He didn’t stop. He worked her through it, drawing it out until she had to push at his head because it was too much, too intense.
When he lifted his face, his lips were wet, his eyes dark with hunger and something else. Satisfaction. Pride that he’d done that to her.
“I needed that,” he said in a low rasp. “I needed to taste you. I’ve been thinking about it since that first morning when you fell into my arms.”
