Orelia brushed his hair back and let her fingers linger on his cheek. “Because you are enough. Just the way you are.”
His face went slack. She didn’t dare move her hand. He needed to hear her. Tobelieveher.
Dark eyes sparkled as they searched hers. “Thank you. Thank you for everything, Orelia. You have no idea—” He choked on the words. The shadows receded, and it was only his skin on hers and the evening sun painting them in gold.
She kissed his temple, then planted soft kisses down his cheek until she reached his mouth, holding him close.
Vade tightened his hold like he was afraid if he let her go she’d disappear out from under him. Eventually, he began to move down her body. “I want to try something else before I get inside you.”
Orelia giggled as his hair trailed over her legs and his stubble brushed her inner thighs.
“Something funny, witch?” Devious eyes watched her as he settled in between her legs. The sight of him smirking made her squirm.
“Your hair is tickling me,” she said.
He chuckled as he gripped her thighs. “Can I confess something?”
Orelia propped herself up on her elbows. “Of course.”
“I’ve never done this before.”
Her ego inflated knowing the man who’d been with many women before her had never done this to any of them. “Well, if you’renervous about being bad at it, I highly doubt you will be. Not with that vicious tongue of yours.”
That beautiful smile of his greeted her again, an edge of dark promise in it. “Oh, I’m not nervous, little lamb. I’m ravenous for you.”
Vade dipped his head and swept his tongue in a long stroke up her entrance.
Orelia fell back and arched, clenching the blankets. She moaned, and he moaned back, the sound vibrating her insides.
His facial hair brushed against her most sensitive spot, calling to some deep, biological part of her that needed to feel him everywhere and make him hers.
She tried to squeeze her legs together, but Vade spread her thighs wider. Orelia gasped as he swirled his tongue around her clitoris.
“Fuck, you taste good.”
She writhed in bliss, her heels sliding across the blankets.
Vade slid a finger through her arousal, then pushed his finger into her.
“Gods . . .” she whispered.
“Do not call out to the gods when I am the one making you feel this way.” The deep command had her insides fluttering.
Orelia slid her hands over the swell of her breasts and down her stomach, wanting to drive him as wild as he was her. “Oh, gods,” she taunted.
Vade pushed another finger into her and began pumping them both, stretching her to fit him. “Saymyname,” he demanded.
His fingers alone were so pleasurable that she instantly moaned his name.
“That’s better,” Vade said before licking her, making Orelia squeeze the blankets tighter. She quickly got lost to the exquisite feel of his tongue learning her. He tried different movements, both with his tongue and his fingers, discovering what it was she liked and how she responded to his touch.
When he tried a particular swirling movement with his tongue while pumping both fingers as deep as he could, her hand flew to the back of his head. “Right there,” she said.
Vade obeyed and kept the same movements, growling into her.
“Oh, fuck . . .Vade . . .”
Orelia dug her nails into his scalp, which he seemed to enjoy based on the moans of his own as he worked her body into a tightening, winding coil.
