“I haven’ttoyedwith anything yet.”
He pulled her hand up his chest.
And then he got serious.
“If it is your wish, I will gladly bring you to release.”
“Itismy wish, and I will gladly return thefavor.”
He felt his eyes widen.
She used hers to roam his face, his neck, then she turnedher attention to his chest.
“Gods, do you have any clue how beautiful you are?”sheasked in an awed, breathy voice that scored from his throat straight to hiscock.
All right.
Enough.
He took her to her back.
“Loren, your wound,” she snapped.
“You wish it, my love, I’ll give it to you,” he promised.
Her gaze heated.
He lost that beauty when he took her mouth.
Then he took her neck, her chest…
Pushing up her shift, he spent quite some time on herbreasts.
She was writhing under him, her fingers buried in his hair,so he knew she was ready for what was next.
He ran his lips down the lovely outward swell of her bellyat the same time he pulled her knickers down her legs.
She kicked them off.
He spread her thighs.
And took her sex with his mouth.
She gasped a gasp he felt in his shaft, mewed a mew he feltdrive up his arse, and after he threw her legs over his shoulders, she moaned amoan that made him bead.
She rocked against him, wanton, abandoned, her taste,sounds, smell, reaction, all of it was more than he’d imagined, more than hecould have hoped.And withSatrine, he knew he couldhope for a great deal.
And when she climaxed against his tongue, her heels digginginto his flesh, her fingers clutching his hair, he nearly came himself.
He lapped until it left her, and only then pulled himselfover her, holding his weight on a forearm in the bed, giving her his warmth,and nibbling at her neck as her breath steadied.
He shifted his mouth to her ear.
“Okay?”
“You’re…that was…I can’t even…you’re, um…”
He lifted his head and grinned arrogantly at her.
