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Cosette wasn’t sure what Davien was going to do to her, but the smoldering look in his eyes was enough to cause her curiosity to rise, and her apprehension to abate.
However, she certainly hadn’t been expectingthat.
She groaned, tilting her head back as he laved her womanhood with his tongue. She didn’t even care when he went so far as to place her knees over his shoulders. The thrill of his mouth upon her was so acute that she didn’t care what he did, just as long as he didn’t stop.
She clutched the counterpane on either side of her, feeling her muscles tighten as that familiar pulse began in her veins. It was the same sensation she’d felt that day in the hallway at Shadowlawn when he had brought her to release with those wicked fingers—and then went out in the forest and killed a deer.
That wouldn’t be the case tonight.
She would make sure of it.
Just thinking of doing the same sinful things to him caused her blood to flow faster. Her breath quickened, her mind going blank, shooting off to some unknown place where only darkness and bliss remained. She could feel the tide of her emotions rising, her senses heightening—and then the crest inside of her broke free. She shuddered, limbs quaking as wave after wave rolled over her, as she cried out Davien’s name on a benediction.
It was even more powerful than it had been the first time.
Unfortunately, her elbows hadn’t held up, but at the moment, she couldn’t have cared less about the state of her hair, as she lay flat on the bed, sated and replete.
Once the storm had quieted, Davien rose to his full height.
His eyes glowed with hunger. But she knew it wasn’t for the hunt.
It was for her.
She held out a hand to him, an invitation. “Davien.”
He didn’t move.
She sat up and tried not to stare directly at the rather large bulge in front of her. She was afraid if she looked too long she might take matters into her own hands. Literally. “Is there . . . something I can do for you?”
He clenched his hands into fists at his sides, but still, he didn’t reply, just kept staring at her in that unnerving way.
She took that as a silent invitation. She lifted her right hand and dared to touch him. He didn’t react, so she ran it along the length of his concealed member. Between the silk of his breeches and the hardness beneath, it was a heady combination.
But she wanted to feelhim.
Cosette leaned forward and placed a trail of bold kisses where her hand had traveled. This time he stiffened, but he didn’t move a single muscle. She wondered who was in charge right now—him, or the beast?
She decided to take it a step further.
She slowly began to unbutton the front flap of his trousers. With each one that came free from its confines, the tension in him loosened. She could feel it.
Finally, his rigid length was on proud display. She ran a fingertip down the side and was surprised to find that he was as soft as velvet. She licked her lips in anticipation, wondering how he would feel in her mouth—as well as other places of her body.
She leaned forward and licked the side of him. He instantly gave a sound that was part hiss, part rumble.
She opened her mouth and closed it around him. This time the growl was unmistakable as he grabbed the back of her head. It was a command to continue, and she was more than happy to comply. Her body was still warm and languid after what he’d done to her. The least she could do was reciprocate.
Cosette grabbed him with one hand, while her other reached around to grasp his firm backside. She began a steady rhythm, sliding back and forth, but it wasn’t long before Davien gently began leading her movements, faster, faster. She felt him flex his muscles and she knew that he was close to finding his release. It wasn’t until she looked up—to find that glowing gaze riveted on her movements—that she got a glimpse of the beast within.
The fangs returned as he abruptly threw back his head with a guttural sound that resembled that of a howling wolf, as his manhood pulsed within her mouth.
It was the most glorious thing she’d ever witnessed.
When his hand fell away from the back of her head, she licked her lips. He saw the action, but didn’t comment on it as he righted himself. Once he was presentable, he held out a hand to her. She rose to her feet. His dark eyes were almost amused, sated.
The beast was content.
“It seems we managed to ruin your lip rouge,” he murmured. “Most of the color is gone.”
She shrugged. “I don’t care.”
He gave her a light kiss on her bare lips. “Personally, I prefer you naked.” His eyes glimmered. “In every way possible.”
