“On. It has a protection charm. To keep men honest for her baby sister.” Calya tugged against his restraining hand.
Nocren smirked. “I doubt you have such troubles.” He pushed her breastband up, but instead of adding it to the growing pile of clothes, he left the garment tangled around her elbows.
“Patience,” he drawled, fingers skimming over her exposed breasts. He cupped one, luxuriating in how it spilled over his hand. The gentle weight nestled against his palm, her nipple already beginning to pebble at the slightest attention. Arousal added a delectable pink flush to her fair skin, heightened sensitivity causing her to shiver when he tweaked her nipple.
With one hand, he kept her wrists anchored in place while the other continued its slow trek down her body. He traced the modest nip of her waist, followed the line of her form as it flared into her hips. It was an easy thing to push her trousers down, letting them snare her shifting legs.
Her panties followed suit. Nocren’s finger pressed along the juncture of her thighs and pelvis. Feathered across the chestnut curls guarding her entrance. Started to tease at her lips. But when she tried to cuddle into his touch and draw him in, Nocren pulled away. At her exasperated sound, he smirked. What fun it would be, to have her in such play. Use his body to cage her in, use his fingers and mouth to bring her to the edge—and leave her there. Repeat the sensually vicious cycle until she was malleable in his hands. Until she tucked her face into his neck and begged for release.
Nocren’s cock bobbed in agreement, the fantasy playing out in his mind driving his arousal even higher.
Calya gave him a haughty glare, a pointed tug against his hand emphasizing her annoyance. “For someone who’s supposed to be fucking me through a storm, you’re doing a shit job of it.”
He leaned in, mouth stopping next to her ear. “We’ve hardly begun. Be nicer to me”—his free hand drifted lower until it hovered above her entrance again—“or you’ll be waiting all night.”
Her thighs parted for him. “You wouldn’t dare,” she said, a moan escaping as he traced along her seam, the flesh already wet with desire.
Nocren only chuckled darkly in response, enjoying the way her eyes closed, her head tipping back as he let one finger slip between her folds. In truth, she was right. At least for tonight. As enjoyable as it would be to edge her until dawn, especially with the Kiss influencing her every reaction, Nocren’s own will wouldn’t hold out that long. The desire to bend her over the bed and rut into her like an animal was intense to the point of aching.
Besides, there was more than one way to make the imperious little minx beg.
Calya tried to grind against his hand. Her breath caught when he finally let his finger breach her entrance, her exhalation long and ragged.
“Prove to me that I wouldn’t have been better off by myself,” she said, hips angling up into his touch.
She was already soaked, her pussy so pliable. So fucking ready for him. The addition of a second finger elicited another moan of pleasure, her hands twitching against his hold. Her inner walls clenched around him, dragging his fingers the slightest bit deeper.
“We both know I already have.” He curled his fingers as he rubbed along her front. “Look at how hungry you are. Your little hands aren’t enough to please you.”
“But yours can?” The snark in her tone was undermined by a gasp as his fingers found the spot that made her back arch.
“I know it.” Nocren’s thrusting picked up. “This is just a taste, sweetheart.”
He shifted so his knee could keep one of her legs open, his hand still pinning her arms above her head. He was immovable even as she began to squirm.
“This will be enough for you to come, but it’s not what you want.” Nocren’s teeth grazed her ear. “Not what I want.”
“Which is?” she hissed out, her pussy’s rhythmic clenching beginning to stutter.
“I’d have you on your hands and knees, your ass up in the air for me, your hair wrapped around my fist. I’d finger-fuck you until your pussy was nice and swollen. I’d have you coming all over the floor until you begged me to stop.” Nocren pressed the heel of his hand against her clit and crooked the fingers he had buried inside her. With a nip at her ear, he murmured, “And then I’d give you my cock.”
Calya spasmed, breath escaping as short, sharp puffs as she came. Nocren grunted as her liquid heat drenched his hand, her pussy rippling around his fingers. Her hips bucked lightly with each wave of pleasure, drawn out by his long, slow strokes against the tender spot on her front.
Gradually, the quivers faded, and she exhaled a hoarse, “Fuck.”
Nocren eased his fingers free, holding them up so she could see how they glistened in the lamplight.
“Good girl.” He smirked, stepping back. Put his fingers in his mouth, making an appreciative sound. “So sweet.”
Calya snorted. “Don’t think so highly of yourself, ranger.” She extricated herself from the rest of her clothes. “I’d say this speaks more to the abilities of House Oleander than you.”
“Is that so?” Nocren cupped her chin between his fingers, tilting her head back. A rosiness warmed her cheeks. In the meager lighting of his cabin, her lips appeared plumper and darker. So pillowy soft.
He dipped his head to see where looks and reality met, but before he could capture her mouth, Calya’s hand came up to block him.
“Have you forgotten the ground rules?” she said, pushing his face back.
He met her words with an indignant huff. But he let her usher him toward the bed, saying in a mocking tone, “I don’t recall any qualms the other day.”
