I shivered when his teeth grazed my neck, but I nodded before I’d thought about that, either. I don’t know what I’d expected. For him to drag me to his bed maybe, under the windows on the other wall of the room, or even down to the rug in front of the fire, or the couch, or one of the chairs.
Instead, he dropped to his knees in front of me, the instant he got my answer. I let out a choked cry when he dragged one of my thighs over his shoulder, then kissed me, open-mouthed, right on my cunt, without any hesitation at all. I let out a sound I don’t think I’d ever made in my life, and his hands tightened on me, right before two of his fingers slid in me to the knuckle.
“Fuck,” he groaned, giving me another long lick, slower that time. “You’re so bloody wet. And you taste better than I imagined.”
He was kissing me harder then, with more precision, his thumb stroking my clit, and I moaned when I felt myself promptly building, before any part of my mind could catch up with what we were doing. He stopped whenever I got too close, and waited for me to cool down. Within minutes, I gripped his hair in one hand, his shoulder in the other, and then I wasrocking against him, my hips moving of their own accord as he began fucking me rhythmically with his fingers.
I felt the satisfaction on him as he got me closer and closer before he stopped.
Then his mind rose in mine, and I felt him watching me, trying to feel what I felt. Instantly, he got a lot more precise, and I let out a disbelieving, half-pleading whimper.
“Fucking… sadist,” I gasped.
Gods… yes… come on my tongue, Shadow…
His fingers grew more precise along with his mouth, curling upwards as stroked me on the inside, in a place that made my vision slant out. Between that and his tongue on my clit, I don’t think anything had ever felt so good in my life.
I whimpered when he kept going.
Then I’m pretty sure I was begging him.
I yelled out his name, and he broke out in a sweat.
Fuck… do that again…His magic flooded over me in a heated, out-of-control wave.Gods, you pretty, gorgeous little sex kitten… come for me… I’ve waited so long…
I lost it. My fingers gripped his hair in both of my hands, and I bucked against his mouth and hand, unable to help it as I came apart. I have no idea what sounds I made, but I was groaning when I grew aware again, still holding him against me while my whole body seemed to spasm and jerk uncontrollably.
I hadn’t recovered from that when he rose to his feet.
He kissed my mouth so that I tasted myself on his tongue, his fingers finding the fasteners on my skirt as he took it off me.
His skin felt like fire now.
He was still fully clothed, or close enough. His face was flushed, his hands rough as he yanked the last of the skirt off my hips. He picked me up then, part-carrying, part-pushing and dragging me to his bed. He pushed me down on top of it, andI felt that out of control thing on him worsen. When I started unbuttoning his shirt, he groaned so loudly I jumped.
“Are you okay doing this?” he managed.
I massaged his cock and he let out a choked gasp.
“Tell me,” he growled. “You need to tell me. Now.”
I looked up at him, confused at first, then I realized what he meant, and remembered what he’d told me the last time I’d been in his bed.
“Are you?” I asked.
His eyes closed, longer than a blink, and his face went soft, right before his magic snaked out of him in a hard coil and into me. I let out a gasping, disbelieving sound as my vision whited out, and he pinned me to the bed, his legs holding mine apart. I felt him fighting to pull it back, to bring it under some semblance of control, but he couldn’t.
It’s all right,I told him, still fighting to breathe.Hey. It’s all right. You don’t have to control it with me. You won’t hurt me, Bones. It feels good for me, you must know that by now. I want to do this. I want to if you do.
He groaned again, louder, his weight growing abruptly heavier as his skin practically burned mine. My hand found the front of his trousers, massaging him through the fabric before I started unhooking his belt. He was harder than he had been even in that chair by the bonfire, heavy, throbbing, and I didn’t want to touch him for very long.
His hand tightened in my hair as I got the belt undone, and when I finished undoing the rest, the fingers of his other hand wrapped around my hip, tight enough to bruise. He yanked me closer, so I was directly under him.
I felt him hesitate as another wave of worry hit him.
I don’t want to hurt you,he thought at me.
You won’t.
