Her whole body jerks. Her fingers tighten in my hair until it hurts, and I groan against her skin, the pain only making me harder.
I lavish attention on one breast, then the other. Licking. Sucking. Grazing with my teeth until she’s writhing beneath me, her hips rolling up against nothing, desperate for friction.
“Please,” she gasps. “Please, I need—”
“I know what you need.”
I kiss down her stomach. Dip my tongue into her navel just to hear her gasp. Press my lips to the soft skin of her hip, the crease where her thigh meets her body.
She’s shaking by the time I settle between her legs.
I look up at her. Hold her gaze as I press a kiss to the inside of her thigh. Then the other. Then higher, close enough that she can feel my breath on her core.
“Kieran.” Her voice is wrecked. “Please. Stop teasing.”
“Never.” I press another kiss, just beside where she wants me. “I’ve waited centuries for this. I’m going to savor every second.”
“I’m going tokillyou—”
I lick her.
One long, slow stroke from her entrance to her clit, and she screams.
Her thighs clamp around my head. Her hips buck up off the furs. Her hands twist in my hair so hard I see stars.
I don’t stop.
I learn her with my tongue — every fold, every secret spot, every place that makes her gasp and shake. She tastes like heaven. Like everything I’ve been denied for hundreds of years finally given to me.
I circle her clit with the tip of my tongue and she sobs my name. I seal my lips around it and suck, and her whole body arches like a bow.
“Oh gods— Kieran— I can’t— I’m going to—”
I slide two fingers inside her.
She’s so wet, so ready, that they slip in easily. I curl them, searching, and find the spot that makes her shatter.
She comes on my tongue.
Her thighs shake. Her hands pull my hair. She cries out my name like a prayer, like a curse, like something sacred and profane all at once.
I work her through it, licking and stroking until the aftershocks fade and she’s lying boneless beneath me, chest heaving.
“Gods,” she breathes. “That was… I…”
I press a kiss to her inner thigh. Slide my fingers out of her slowly, watching her shiver at the loss.
“We’re not done.”
Her eyes widen.
I crawl up her body, kissing her stomach, her breasts, her throat. She tastes herself on my lips when I kiss her and moans into my mouth.
“I need you inside me,” she whispers against my lips. “Please, Kieran. I need to feel you.”
I reach down and strip off my pants. Kick them away. When I settle back over her, the head of my cock presses against her entrance, and we both groan.
Her arms lift. Instinctive. Wrists crossing above her head.
