“Beautiful,” he rasped, the word dragged from somewhere deep inside him.
His voice wrapped around me, curling into my veins, seeping beneath my skin. My chest rose and fell too fast, my breaths uneven. His hands—gods, his hands—traced up my legs.
His fingers skimmed my knees, then higher, teasing over the sensitive skin of my thighs. He wasn’t rushing. No, Varyth was taking his time, drawing it out, revelling in the way I trembled beneath him.
My pulse thundered, my body tensing in anticipation. It was unbearable—the way he watched me like he was deciding how best to consume me.
“Varyth,” I gasped beneath him.
His mouth descended like he was starving.
His tongue licked a long, slow stripe through my centre like he had all the time in the world to taste the aftermath of fury and flame.
“Oh—fuck?—”
I jolted, hips bucking off the desk, but his arms curled under my thighs, holding me wide and open and his.
“Gods,” he breathed against me, rough and soaked in sin. “You taste like fire.”
He licked me again, slower this time, savouring it. “Like smoke and battle and somethingmine.”
My hands clawed at the edge of the desk, the wood biting into my palms, useless against the relentless assault of his tongue.
“My mouth,” he muttered, pressing a kiss to the apex of my thighs before sucking hard enough I almost screamed. “Was made to worship you.”
My fingers twisted in his hair as though I could anchor myself through the storm he was dragging me into. But there was no anchoring. I was adrift, unravelling beneath the sheer worship of his mouth.
And gods, the way he groaned into me, as though my taste was both a reward and a punishment.
“You think anyone else could handle you like this?” His tongue plunged inside me, fucking deep and hard, and I shattered. “You think anyone else would survive you?”
His mist coiled tighter around my wrists, binding me to the desk. His hands squeezed my thighs, thumbs digging into the flesh.
“You’re all fire and fury,” he rasped, dragging his tongue flat and slow through my heat. “And you still fuckingmeltfor me.”
A broken sound clawed out of my throat—somewhere between a sob and a plea. His arms tightened under my thighs, holding me open, holding medownas he feasted.
And I broke.
Pleasure detonated inside me, blinding and brutal. My entire body seized, a cry ripping from my lungs as I shattered beneath his mouth. My fire surged back to life, lashing out in sparks and shadow, licking up the edges of the desk—but Varyth didn’t pull away.
Hegroanedinto my climax, his tongue dragging over me through every shudder, every quake, like he couldn’t get enough.
Varyth’s eyes were wild, molten with hunger as he pulled back, wiping the back of his hand across his mouth, his lips glistening, his expression utterly wrecked. The sight sent another shiver of need through me, my body still trembling, weak from his touch, but I didn’t care. I wanted more.
I barely had time to breathe before he was kissing up my body, all muscle and heat and hunger.
His mouth found mine, the kiss deep and demanding, his tongue sweeping inside. He tasted of power, of dominance, of the pleasure he had wrung from me. My moan was swallowed by him, lost in crushing heat. His hands roamed over my body, his fingertips dragging along every inch of bare skin.
“You’re going to do that again,” he said, dragging his mouth along my jaw. “I’ll make you come until your fire burnsme.” He kissed me again, bit my bottom lip, then whispered against my mouth. “And then I’ll fuck you into the ashes.”
My hands fumbled between us, reaching for his pants, fingers working blindly at the fastenings. Varyth allowed it, but when I glanced up, I found him smirking against my lips. Gods I needed to wipe that smug look off his face.
I bared him with shaking hands.
He wasthick,heavyin my hand, the heat of him searing against my palm. I wrapped my fingers around him andVaryth snarled—a brutal, guttural sound.
His hipsthrustinto my grip with no hesitation, no restraint.
