“Yes. For fuck’s sake, get them off!”
A low laugh leaves him as he does just that, shifting his heavy body so he can undo and ease the wet fabric down my legs. “Patience, my little desert starling. I want you burning.”
My entire body freezes at that. Oh, sands, my power... could I harm him without meaning to?
“You’re thinking too much,” he says, settling between my thighs, his broad shoulders pushing them farther apart. I don’t even notice, so preoccupied I am with my new fears.
I ask the question locking my muscles. “What if I hurt you?”
His answer is a slow, decadent lick of his tongue... right up the soaked, aching center of me. I can’t help the guttural moan that climbs up my throat. Oh.Oh.Writhing, I let out a sound like a creature in the throes of heat and instantly need him to do it again. I don’t even have to ask as he obeys my wordless plea, a rumble of pleasure vibrating through him. “Fuck, Sura, you taste like nothing I’ve ever had before.”
“Stop talking. More of the tongue thing.”
Laughter tumbles out of him, but he acquiesces, and my head falls back when he sets his mouth fully to me, teasing the bundle of nerves at the top of my sex, then slipping lower to tease my entrance. He varies his speed and his movements, driving me to distraction and delaying the release I need until I’m breathless, on edge, and nearly sobbing with pleasure.
And then he adds a finger, thrusting in and out to the sinfully talented rhythm of his tongue. Sands, how is hesogood at this? A second thick finger follows the first, the delicious stretch in my untried passage a new sensation. I realize that he’s preparing me forsomething much bigger, and the thought ofthatsends me into near delirium.
When his fingers start to pump faster with delicious intent, I writhe and buck beneath him, shoving my hips up for more. “Please, Ro.”
As if he can sense that I’m teetering on the knife’s edge of bliss, hesucks.
My spine bows and I scream the instant the pleasure crests, roaring through every nerve and muscle, tightening and exploding into fragments of languid euphoria. I feel the orgasm everywhere from my fingertips to my hair follicles, crashing over me in endless waves.
When my brain clears from the haze, I stare down at him in complete amazement.
“Did I please my lady with the tongue thing?” he asks playfully, pressing a kiss to my sensitive inner thigh.
“The lady is attempting to come back to Endara,” I reply in a daze.
He chuckles. “Good.”
Seeing him down there with such a look of primal satisfaction on his face does something to me. “Come here.”
Arching a brow at my command, he takes his sweet time, continuing to lap and kiss my shuddering flesh until the last of the tremors subside. After one final lick that leaves me wanting again, he rocks to his heels. “Delicious.”
He crawls up my body, and I kiss him, tasting my essence on his lips. He’s right—it’s nothing like I’ve ever tasted, either: silken and sweet, with a hint of saltiness from the water. I wonder idly whathewould taste like, but then my thoughts drift elsewhere when he stands to remove his own underclothes, and suddenly I can’t breathe.
There’s no waythat’sthe same size as his fingers.
It doesn’t change the fact that I still want him desperately, but it does make me wriggle with nervous anticipation. Roshan doesn’t come back to me right away, instead staring down at me like the magnificent god he is. Me... the woman he just pleasured to oblivion with that sinful, skilled mouth. Embarrassed at being splayed so boldly, I bring my knees together, heat gathering through me again.
“Don’t hide from me, Suraya,” he says, his voice rough. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” His lips tilt up into a devilish smirk. “I could stare at youandI could eat you forever.”
My flush is instant. Stars on fire, I love hearing such filthy words from him. He’s usually so controlled and proper, so much the gentleman, that this feels especially wicked. Stifling my sudden burst of shyness, I let my legs fall apart and arch slightly, drifting a hand down to my breasts. “Don’t stop there. Tell me more. Scandalize me, my prince.”
A low growl of approval leaves his chest. “I like the way you say that.” His hand flicks down his taut, water-slicked abdomen. “The scent of you could rival the most honeyed fruits. You taste like the nectar of the gods, and when you come, your entire body blooms with pleasure.” He captures his thick length at that, nostrils flaring, and I am mesmerized by the slow, purposeful motion of his hand from root to flared crown.
“Do that again,” I say hoarsely, capturing my bottom lip between my teeth. My core throbs in response.
“Stroke myself?” he asks, and I give an eager nod.
I stare in awe as he stands there, legs splayed, those muscular hair-covered brown thighs flexing at each pass of his hand. Stars, he’s the sexiest display I’ve ever seen. From the damp curls falling over his brow to his sharp cheekbones and generous lips, from his broad shoulders to his taut abdomen and tapered hips, he’s the one who embodies perfection.
And his sex... there are no words. Suffice it to say, it’s as impressive as the rest of him. I nearly come again as he fists it ruthlessly, tensing each time he squeezes the flared head, and I notice a bead of clear fluid at the tip. Sands, I want to tastehim.
“I need you now,” I tell him, and crook a finger.
“As my mistress commands,” he says.
