In this way, he kept her on desire’s edge.
Her head tossed frantically. “Alaric, what are you doing?Please...”
“This is mine,” he said as he stroked her nub. “Your pearl belongs to me. Say it.”
She bit her lip.
He stopped.
“My pearl… it’s yours,” she whispered.
He cupped her entire mound, massaging her peak with the heel of his palm. “Your sweet cunny is mine.”
She moaned, her hips arching in entreaty. “Yes, yes.”
He stilled his hand. “The words, pet.”
“My… cunny is yours,” she said bashfully.
He plunged a finger inside her, his bollocks drawing tight as her passage squeezed him like a vise. Christ, this was only one finger. What would it feel like to have his cock buried inside her snug little sheath?
You’ll find outaftershe’s your wife.
Grinding his teeth, he worked her clit, taking her to the precipice. “Then come for me, sweeting.”
Her pants and gasps were a symphony of feminine surrender, the most sensual music he’d ever heard. As tremors shook her limbs, he went to his knees. Spreading her thighs, he leaned in and gave her the kiss that burned in his dreams.
***
Emma’s shocked cry was swept into the wildfire ignited by Alaric’s kiss. His hands kept her thighs splayed, pinned to the dais as he put his mouth on the most intimate place on her body. Of their own volition, her hips bucked against his mouth, his searing lips melting away her protests, leaving nothing but a strange, blazing truth.
Who knew that capitulation could be so blissful?
Then her thoughts burned to ashes, and there was only the moment, the sensations, the bone-melting swirl of his tongue.
“Your pussy is like honey.” His guttural lilt thrilled her. “I could feast on you all day.”
She would never survive it. Her nerves were taut from her last climax, stretched on a rack of delight. Yet the pressure at her center was already building again.
“Do you like my mouth on you, pet? Do you like me licking you, eating your cunny?”
She couldn’t answer that. She couldn’t.
“Emma.” He lifted his head, and the authority in his glittering pale gaze was oddly... soothing. Calming. As if she didn’t have to fight for pleasure the way she had for so many things in life—she had only to ask for it.
“Yes, I like it,” she whispered.
“There’s a good lass,” he said with husky approval.
Her head flung back as his tongue flicked her sensitive bud while his touch delved inside her. Stretching, opening her to more rippling sensation. The pressure in her belly shot up another notch, and she wasso close...
“You’re so fucking tight, squeezing my finger,” he grated. “Take another and take it deep...”
He drove into the core of her, and she exploded once more. Heavenly warmth spilled over her insides. She was floating, steeped in relaxation when his deep command reached her.
“Again, Emma.”
Is that possible?
