“I…” He swallowed. Thoughts scattered with each metered glide, unraveling repressed emotions when her thumb teased the sensitive skin at the tip without losing pace.
Words failed him.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.” Sera’s sultry voice brushed over him like a caress, heightening the pleasure already spiraling from her hand.
In the chaos of her ministrations, Kieran had assumed she meant touch him. He was very wrong.
Her tongue followed her hand—the hot liquid trail caused his muscles to spasm, head rolling to his shoulder. If asked, he wouldn’t be able to name the sounds he made, something primal and desperate. His senses hovered near overloaded.
Then Sera kissed the tip of his cock before taking the length of him into her mouth.
Curses, ancient and Faery jumbled from his throat. Sera was unrelenting, merciless. Tipping the scales into too much. He had seconds to stop her before he came in her mouth—a thought not unappealing, but also not what he wanted tonight.
Kieran’s hand shot forward, stilled her just in time. He eased Sera backward until frozen air snapped at his slick skin.
He fought for words.
“Did I go too far?” Sera’s tone was concerned, but he could only answer by shaking his head and fighting for air. “Did… did I hurt you?”
He laughed. Despite the still ebbing twinges of pleasure echoing through his body, he laughed. The sound was foreign, almost strained with disuse.
Kieran caught her cheek with his hand, working his fingers into her hair. “You did nothing wrong. I, however, have not done this in… a long time.” His breathing started to return to normal and he guided her back so he could lean on the bed with her. His knees were already in danger of failing. “And it’s not how I intended to finish.”
She was splayed on his bed, the chemise little more than a veneer exposing the curves of her silhouette and the darker peaks of her breasts. He knelt at the foot of the bed, holding back so he could take in the sight of her. Preparing for when all her blessed skin would meld with his, consuming him in rapturous bliss. While he was not dismissing her skills, Kieran preferred the electric warmth of her skin, yearning for when he could pull her body close and savor every inch of her.
He worked the shirt from his shoulders, then helped divest her of her remaining garments. Until there was nothing between their bodies but air.
Kieran followed the path of his eyes with his hand, touching all the intimate places he longed to taste. The underside of her breasts, the hollow of her collarbone, the dip in her navel, the back of her knee. He needed to ease into this, concerned that if he took everything all at once he'd break.
Another breath, his control returning just enough to prevent him from diving too fast, from losing himself like he had a moment ago. Forget that he wanted to last a bit longer than minutes, Sera deserved more than quick and hurried. The implications that her life lacked the proper attention to her own pleasure fueled his chivalrous side.
He guided Sera back onto the mattress, working the blanket so it now enveloped him as well, creating a cavern of warmth forher. Not stifling, like in the ballroom, the carnal undercurrent kept the heat from feeling oppressive.
But honestly, he’d have bathed in fire if it meant touching Sera.
After his hands, he followed the same path with his lips and tongue, tasting and teasing until her thighs clenched and her breathing grew labored.
Sera allowed him the exploration, allowed him the safety of controlling at least this moment. Until she growled and captured him with her legs.
And then all control was acceded to her.
Sera was patient to a point. She could tell this was a process for him, had enjoyed his slow exploration, but passion simmered in her blood and she couldn’t contain it a second longer. She drew her legs up and captured his hips, bucking against the hard length of him still wet from her tongue.
She tugged him over her. She didn’t have the strength to move him so he moved entirely out of a desire to appease her.
Fueled by lust and the romantic pang in her heart knowing he meant it when he relented control to her, Sera kissed him. Hard and messy. Consuming in ferocity, the sort of kiss derived from a need to be as close as possible, immediately.
She adjusted her body until she could feel his cock at her entrance, jumbled exclamations of approval whispered into his neck.
Her body screamed in anticipation.Finally! After so many weeks of wanting—which had acted as its own sort of foreplay—she was going to—
“Are you sure?” He stopped, resisting that final thrust that would turn this night into the greatest of her life.
“Yes! Please.” She clawed at him, begging, pleading, “I’m sure, I’m sure. I can’t…” She threw her head back, words tumbling breathless from her throat. “You have my wholehearted, enthusiastic consent to take me—now.”
Kieran braced on one arm and Sera lifted her hips to the warm, fluid motion of joining.
Finally…
