“It’s what I’d have you be.”Hers.Her heart skipped. “I think that tonight we should play.”
His mouth quirked. “Don’t we always?”
“Shh!” She scowled.
He pressed his lips together, but a ghost of a smiled lingered.
Whatdidshe want? She focused on the hard, pink seam of his mouth, slightly turned up at each end. Whatcouldshe extract from this, the last, most bittersweet of their unions?
“I want you to pleasure me...” A hot rush sped through her body. “...with your tongue.”
Karl had asked to pleasure her in this way and have her pleasure him in the same. She’d refused, revolted. With Godric, on the other hand, she wasn’t at all repulsed.
Slowly, she inched backwards, lifted herself over his feet, and then, with her back against the footboard, languidly stretched out her legs. As she eased into a comfortable position, he raised himself onto his elbows, silently watching her all the while.
For a moment, he lay still. His eyes weren’t at all conquered, only intent. And, perhaps, just a little entranced.
She lifted her hair and then dropped the mass of locks around her shoulders. Curls cascaded downwards in frothy red waves. A sound rumbled forth from his chest—a sound she felt between her legs. She let her knees drop to each side and then motioned for him to come closer.
His shoulder muscles flexed as he turned onto his stomach. Then, he snaked along the bedcovering until he disappeared beneath the fabric she’d scrunched up as far as she could.
She felt his ear against her flesh as his hair tickled her inner thighs, then his breath heated her in intimate places, and she threw her head back and closed her eyes. She nested in a place of pure sensation, a tight bud of tension beneath his breath ferning up in spirals of clawing need deep inside her gut.
He shoved his hands beneath the curve of her ass, and she slipped down, and tilted her hips upwards toward his mouth. Then, his soft lips framed her, and his tongue darted out. Her pleasure came serrated like a knife, points of near-pain, followed by hollows of intense bliss.
She released her shift and smoothed her hands up her torso, eventually coming to hold her own breasts. To intensify her pleasure, she flicked her thumbs across her aching nipples. She would touch herself this way when the memory of him was all she would have left.
The three points of pleasure drew ragged breaths from her chest, and then, she lost control. The quivering began in her legs, and soon encompassed her all. Comets, planets, stars all rushing outward against the darkness of her closed eyelids.
She whimpered through her release, jaggedly whispering his name.
Then, it was over. Her head lolled against the wood; her strength lost in the swampy, satiated feeling.
Slowly, he lifted his face. “Satisfied?
She blinked him into focus, listening to the rush of his hard, fast breath. His cheeks were flushed, his mouth, parted, and his lips, indecently wet. She etched every part of the moment—sound, sight, feel, and musky, sweet scent—to memory, then, she veered forward, adding her own tangy taste.
She parted her lips over his, kissing him silent. Because she wasn’t fully satisfied in the least. She could never be. Not unless he was fully, devotedly hers, not for the length of a contract, but for the duration of his life.
She urged him first to his knees, and then, onto his back. Again, she encircled his wrists, this time, holding his hands to one side as she straddled his legs. Holding his gaze, she traced the throbbing vein in his cock with the tip of her fingernail.
His manhood involuntarily jerked.
“Looks painful.”
He groaned. “Not sure pain is exactly the right word.”
“Irritation, then?” She slid her thumb over the ball of moisture gathering on the tip. “Ache?” She licked the pad dry and then closed her lips around her finger.
“Hera.” He wheezed her name as he struggled against her hold.
She pinned him back down. “No.”
She studied his manhood. Would his cock even fit in her mouth? Certainly not all at once. Then again...
She made the attempt.
“Hera...”
