Two points of contact, impossibly precise, glided in tandem over her neck. Too fluid to be a fingertip. Too agile for a normal tongue. It slithered over her skin, tasting her, sliding from the hollow beneath her ear up to its edge.
Fuck….Her hips jerked up against him.
It moved again, one tip flicking lightly over the sensitive skin just behind her earlobe, while the other lingered at the curve of her jaw. Her body arched, the sensation alien, intimate, and electric all at once.
That fucking tongue.Gods, it made her burn.
A slow swallow followed, his throat bobbing just above hers.
“Rynna.” The sound rumbled out, a promise uncoiling. “I will devour any thought, each dream, and every nightmare you’ve ever had.” His lashes fluttered against her skin. “If you but let me.”
He was giving her an out. She could end this now, before she crossed a line she couldn't uncross. Before she lost herself in everything he was offering.
She should stop. She should think. The Mission—
She already cared for him, despite her every effort not to. If she let this happen…
“Please.” The word barely passed her lips as her eyes squeezed shut.
“Please, what?” His voice was velvet.
A thumb pressed to her mouth, teasing the line of her lips. It traced the swell, then slipped between them, moving deeper, dragging across the edge of a suddenly piercing canine.
Blood splashed over her tongue. And bliss burst behind her eyes, flashing down her spine. Her thighs tensed, hips bucking beneath him again as the taste hit. Copper, heat, and everything that made himhim.
She moaned, deep and wrecked, vision blurring as sensation folded through her from the inside out.
“Oh my…” Kaelith chuckled darkly as he eased back, removing his hand from her mouth and sitting back on his heels.
The loss hit like a slap.
Her body arched after him, desperate for contact. She shoved her hands forward, catching his hips, yanking him closer as her fingers reached lower.
“Fuck, Kae.” She found him—hot, heavy, already straining.
Air hissed through his teeth as his cock jumped in her hand.
She tightened her hold, thumb gliding over the tip, spreading the fresh moisture there in slow, deliberate circles. Her mouth parted, tongue flicking against her teeth, chasing the last taste of his blood, humming low in her throat like it was the only thing keeping her grounded.
Kaelith looked up at the ceiling, his knuckles flexing once, then twice at his sides, before he looked down at her.
A hand shot out and caught her wrist. Hard.
“As if I’d make it that easy.” The promise of bruises bloomed in his grip. “Naughty girl.”
The pant tore from her lips before she could stop it. And need throbbed through her as damp fabric clung between her legs like a confession.
Then, the world spun as he flipped her, and she was on her belly.
He moved fast—one arm banded around her waist while the other anchored in the crease between her thigh and hip to yank her ass high into the air.
Her palms slammed the floor, nails scratching. Then, cool air grazed the backs of her thighs as her shorts were eased down, exposing her inch by inch.
“Kaelith…” Her cheek pressed to the mat. “If you don’t fuck me—”
Then, his tongue lashed out, and her words shattered.
One long, slow stroke from the top of her pussy, all the way back. Long and sinuous. It rippled as it moved, undulating side to side like a serpent winding its way across her sensitive skin.
