“I feel”—Silla bit down on her lip—“cold.”
A furrow between his brows. Concern in his eyes. Rey leaned closer, placing the back of his hand to her forehead.
Silla looked up at him through her lashes, hand encircling his wrist and gently pulling it downward. His expression heated as she placed his hand over her breast.
“Will you warm me up, Galtung?”
Chapter Sixty-Seven
Silla held her breath as understanding settled into Rey’s face. “You nearly died,” he protested.
“A weekly occurrence.”
“Are you certain?” he asked, with heartbreaking concern.
Slowly, she nodded. “More certain than anything.”
Rey’s jaw hardened, voice dropping an octave lower. “Where?” The change in his voice sent a shiver of awareness through her. “Whereare you cold?”
“Under the blankets.”
“That won’t do,” he said. Standing, he moved to the foot of the bed. With torturous slowness, he pulled the furs down inch by inch to reveal her tunic-clad form. When he reached her bare legs, Rey drew in a sharp breath. Silla wriggled under the intimate weight of his look.
A warm, dry palm cradled her heel, lifting it up for his inspection. Her tunic inched higher on her thighs, but Rey’s dark eyes were trained on her foot.
“Here?” He dragged a knuckle along her arch.
Goosebumps rushed straight up her spine, and Silla shifted once more. Slowly, she shook her head.
“Hmm,” said Rey, a sound so erotic it throbbed through her body. Slowly, his palm slid up her calf, stroking her inner knee. Silla gasped. “Ahh,” he said. “Here?”
The back of her knee seemed to have a pulse, sending a symphony of vibrations straight through her body. Good gods, the man had turned her into apuddle just by touching her knee. Silla opened her mouth to protest, but Rey had settled on his knees at the base of the bed, dragging his nose along the sensitive skin behind her knee. As she felt the wet heat of his mouth, a low sound came from the back of his throat.
“Rey,” she whimpered, her head lolling against the pillow. It was almost too much, almost unbearable…
But his hand now slid up her thigh, lightning sparking through her. As the bristles of Rey’s beard scraped along the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, her body jolted, but he eased the roughness with the slide of his tongue. “Here?” he asked, rubbing his nose back and forth, back and forth.
“Mmph,” she replied, squirming.
“Words, Sunshine,” said Rey, lifting his head. “Use them.”
She glared at his smug expression, then gave in. “Higher.”
With maddening slowness, Rey pulled her tunic upward, baring her to him. “Beautiful,” he murmured, sliding an index finger through her. “Oh, I see.” He lifted his finger to show her. “Thisis where you’re cold.” He placed the finger in his mouth, drawing it out slowly. “It shall require my fullest attention.”
And with that, he settled onto the mattress, hooking her thighs over his shoulders and locking them tight. He hovered for a moment, then licked a searing path through her center. Back bowing off the mattress, Silla moaned. But Rey’s grip only tightened, holding her in place.
“You’ll be the death ofme!” she exclaimed, as he drew the small bud into his mouth and sucked. As his tongue flicked against her, Silla’s muscles clamped down. Empty, she was empty, she needed…
As though he’d read her mind, Rey slid a finger inside her. They both groaned. He found a rhythm at once, a second finger soon joining the first.
“Need…” Her head flopped to the side as pleasure built and contracted through her body. Mindlessly, her fingers slid into his hair, pulling his curls as he worked with single-minded determination. Her pleasure reached a sudden unexpected peak, crashing over her like a rogue wave. Silla cried out, arching up, but the man held her in place with unrelenting strength. On and on the pressure swelled and broke through her until her vision darkened and she lay limp in the furs.
Rey kissed his way up her stomach, pausing to work her tunic all the way off, then laving her breasts with affection until lust stirred deep in her stomach.Again?she thought. But with this man, she imagined there would be no such thing as enough.
And Rey could already read her body. His kisses moved lower, back to the apex of her thighs.
“Wait,” she said, fingers sliding into his curls and pulling him up.
