She stills beneath me, searching my face, then nods.
I release her wrists, stroking my fingers down her arm, and watch goosebumps rise in their wake.
Over the curve of her shoulders.
Along the line of her collarbone.
Down, between her breasts, where her heart beats fast against my palm.
The last time I had her, it started out as a bargain. A transaction with terms and an ending already negotiated. I wanted to ruin her. I wanted to mark her so deeply, she’d never forget a fae had been the one to teach her pleasure.
This isn’t that.
I lower my mouth to her breast, and she arches into me with a soft gasp. Her fingers slide into my hair, tentative at first, then gripping when I nip at her nipple.
“Cairn!”
I don’t answer. I’m far too busy learning things I didn’t take time to notice before. Things like the way her breath catches when I kiss the underside of her breasts, the small sound she makes when I trace my tongue along her ribs, the shiver that runs through her when I press my lips to the soft skin of her stomach.
She’s all warmth and wanting beneath me, her body rising to meet my mouth, her hands restless in my hair. I work my way down slowly, tasting every inch of skin, pressing kisses to places I ignored before. The curve of her hip, the inside of her thigh, the back of her knee, where she squirms and laughs breathlessly.
“That tickles.”
“Noted.”
I press another kiss there, just to feel her squirm again, then move back up her body. She reaches for me, trying to pull me closer, and this time I let her.
Our mouths meet, and she kisses me like she’s been starving for it. Her tongue slides against mine, and her legs wrap around my hips, dragging me against her. The heat of her through my pants makes me groan into her mouth.
“Off!” She tries to tug at the laces again. “Take them off.”
I pull back long enough to strip, and when I settle over her again, skin to skin, she makes a sound that goes straight through me.
“Better?”
“Yes.” Her hands roam down my back. “Much better.”
I could take her now. She’s ready. I can feel it in the heat of her against me. But I don’t want to rush this. Not tonight. So I reach between us and stroke a finger through her wetness. She gasps, jerking against my hand. I find the spot that makes her moan and circle it slowly, watching her face.
“Look at me,Moirthalen.”
Her eyes flutter open, dark and hazy with want.
“Stay with me.”
I slide a finger inside her, then two, curling them to find the place that made her scream last time. Her mouth falls open, breath quickening, but she doesn’t look away.
“That’s it.” I keep my rhythm slow and steady. “Just feel it.”
Her breathing turns ragged. Her hands grip my shoulders, nails biting in. I can feel her climbing, feel the way her body is tightening around my fingers, and I want to watch her fall apart for me.
“Cairn, I need?—”
“I know what youneed.”
I shift my hand, pressing my thumb against her clit while my fingers work inside her, and she shatters. Her body arches off the bed, a cry spilling from her lips, and I don’t stop. I draw it out, gentling my touch as she shudders through it, until she’s gasping and pushing weakly at my wrist.
I withdraw my fingers carefully and kiss her. She tastes like desire and surrender, and when I finally break the kiss, she’s looking at me with eyes that shine.
