Then he slid his fingers lightly along her soaked slit.
Alora moaned softly, head falling back as if she had been waiting for this. She was hot and sleek, and his breath grew sharper as her scent heightened. Her hips rocked into his palm as much as she could manage while balancing on her toes. Her body begged for more friction. For more touch.
The sight of her, of her body surrendering to his hands, her breasts bouncing with every sharp breath. It was a thing of beauty.
“So greedy. You are fuckingdripping. How long have you been wanting this?” He rolled his thumb over that delicate little bud, and she made a sound that had him straining in his own trousers.
He was rock hard, instinct demanding to meet her plea.
Lowering, Rune’s breathed over her chest making her skin pebble. “Oh, you truly are going to be the death of me.”
Then he flicked his tongue against a nipple as he sank a finger into her. Alora choked on a gasp tangled in a moan as he curled it against the spot that made her hips buck. Once he was sufficiently coated in her slick warmth, he added another finger.
She writhed against him, her mouth parting wide. He could feel the sting. The stretch coaxing her pleasure.
He licked her ear. “Does it hurt, little bird?”
She nodded, whimpering.
“Good.”
Then he moved slow, stroking fire into her being. A soft mewl caught in her throat when he found that perfect spot inside of her, curling his fingers against it. Her cries grew sharper,her breath shaking as her body hot beneath him. Her walls tightened, trembling as they milked his fingers. Needy thing.
She closed her eyes, her thoughts reaching him in a frenzy.Oh, there. More. Don’t stop. Gods. Deeper.
“Don’t look away, songbird,” he growled. “I want your eyes on mine when you come undone for me.”
Alora obeyed. Her gaze was wild, watching him as his fingers thrust inside of her. He licked those perked peaks, begging for attention. The soft little peak throbbed uncontrollably, and he knew she was close. But he worked her slowly against his fingers and tongue, driving her mad with lust, keeping her on the edge of a building orgasm until she was weeping with frustration.
And her voice, her cry broke his resolve. “Rune, please!”
That sweet cry sent him to his knees. His lips closed around her clit, and she cried out in a shocked gasp.
The first taste of her nearly finished him.
Her body spasmed beneath his mouth, soft and startled, and when his tongue brushed the delicate pulse at her core, Rune savored far more than he expected.
Her essence flooded him.
Not merely warmth and tart sweetness. It was sunlight breaking through stone. It was spring after a thousand winters. Her taste struck his senses like lightning, raw and luminous, carrying something ancient beneath the silk of her skin.
Rune groaned, claws trembling as he grabbed hold of her thighs, fighting the urge to tear into her like a beast.
Her sensitive peak throbbed against his mouth, and it echoed in places long hollow inside him. Something primal and buried shifted awake.
Seven Hells.
He had devoured souls. Torn power from throats. Drunk fear and ambition and lust.
Nothing was as sacred as the crux between her thighs.
His tongue slid through her heat, sucking and licking, drawing out the essence in her core.
Her soft moans panted, her legs trembling.
Rune’s body shuddered in sheer pleasure. She tasted like the dawn. Like forbidden fruit wrapped in song. Like something that had never been meant for him and yet fit the shape of him too perfectly.
His claws slid up her back, holding her tighter against him as he feasted, relishing in her cries and that trembling bud. Her legs wrapped greedily around his face. The heat of her core writhed against him, but Rune forced himself to slow down.
