Ranulf looked at her from between his lashes.“Your turn?”
* * *
“I want to taste you now,” Sephie told him with more confidence than she felt.
It was okay to be inexperienced when a man was as possessive as Ranulf was turning out to be, but probably not so much when she had never touched, let alone sucked a man’s cock before, and so had no real idea how to ensure he enjoyed it.
Ranulf studied her with those dark green eyes.“Only if that is really what you wish.”
She smiled slightly.“Did you know your manner of speech becomes more formal when you’re emotionally moved?”
“Yes.”He returned her smile.“But I would really like it if you would touch me now.”
Sephie knelt between his parted thighs before sitting back on her heels so that she could see him more clearly in the light from the bedside lamp.His cock was eight, possibly nine inches long, and thick too, with a throbbing vein running the length of it to the bulbous and glistening tip.
It looked delicious.
She lapped up his cream with the flat of her tongue, tasting that same combination of earthy smoke and ashes from when they kissed.
It was, as she had thought then, uniquely Ranulf.And she was fast becoming addicted.
Her fingers curled around the three or four inches she couldn’t get inside her mouth as she licked and sucked, swallowing down the copious amount of pre-cum pulsing from the tip.Her other hand moved beneath his sac, cupping and rolling his balls.
There was no warning, just Ranulf’s helpless groan followed by more of his addictive release pulsing hotly into her mouth.Sephie swallowed it down greedily, continuing to suck on that tip until he was completely empty.
CHAPTERTEN
“You can answer my question now,” Sephie prompted the following morning as she lay naked beneath the covers in Ranulf’s beautifully carved four-poster bed, her head resting on his bare shoulder.
Instead of talking, as they had planned, the two of them had fallen asleep in each other’s arms.Because, Sephie believed, neither of them wanted to do anything to endanger the closeness they had gained through their lovemaking.
But it was morning now, and much as Sephie still didn’t want to disturb their new intimacy, they couldn’t go forward until they had “the conversation.”
“Which one?”Ranulf indulged.
“Is there just one carver called Ranulf?”
“Yes.”
Her heart sped up, despite the fact that she had thought she was ready for him to answer that way.“It’s been the same Ranulf for the past eight hundred years?”
“Yes.”
“You?”
“Yes.”
“So you’re hundreds of years old?”
“I’m twelve hundred and ten years old.”
“Wow, that really does put a whole different slant on you being an older man.”
“Too old?”He looked anxious.
“Not at all.”Sephie moved up until she was leaning on her elbow, looking down at him.“Who are you?No,whatare you?”There was no shortage of possibilities flashing through her head.
Vampires.Some sort of fae?A werewolf?Or maybe?—
