He guides me backward until my legs hit the table. "Sit."
I do as he bids, the cool wood beneath me a stark contrast to the heat of my skin.
"What are you doing?" The question comes out breathless.
"Getting my drink," he murmurs against my skin.
What?
His mouth moves lower, trailing kisses down my stomach, and I grip the silk tablecloth beneath me. He grabs my thigh and drapes it over his shoulder.
A whimper leaves me when he kisses my inner thigh slowly and pulls the soft material down my shaking legs.
"Wait—" I don't finish because he feasts on me.
The first touchof his tongue steals my breath. Another whimper slips free. I dig my fingers into his hair, holding on aspleasure rolls through me. He devours me like a man starved. Every stroke, every circle sends shockwaves through my body.
My back archesoff the table and my thighs tremble on either side of his head. The orgasm builds fast and hits harder. I seize and buckle on the table, my body convulsing.
The devil gives it all when he goes down on me.
But he doesn't stop. His mouth continues its work, drawing out the pleasure until I'm shaking. He's doing that thing where he plays and tugs at my sensitive skin with his teeth, pushing me higher again.
I can't even form full sentences anymore. Just broken gasps and whimpers.
A loud moan escapes me. I slap a hand over my mouth. Garrett and Aelfric might be in the same building. I’d die of shame if my knights walked in on us.
He lifts his head long enough to smirk. "Let them all hear you.”
Pleasure builds like a storm in my spine, but beneath it runs a river of sadness. He's here. I'm here. We're together but playing at being strangers.
I gasp when he pushes a finger into me. "You want more, don't you?"
The rumble of his voice against my most intimate part nearly pushes me over the edge. Of course I want more. I want it all. The truth of it surprises me. Even thinking he's betraying me, even as I'm drowning in this horrible charade, I want him. "Please."
He pushes a second finger into me and I can't breathe.
No, no, no, please gods. I can't last when he uses his fingers and tongue together. I grip his hair, fingertips digging into his skull.
He thrusts his fingers in a steady rhythm while his mouth works me relentlessly. The combination is devastating.
He brings me to the edge and over. It all feels too much and not enough at the same time. I see stars as the orgasm barrels into me, shooting up my spine. My legs twitch and my mind goes blank.
His fingers plunge into me again and my hips nearly levitate off the surface. Stars pulse behind my eyelids as pleasure hits me in hot pulsing waves. I try to pull away but his hand presses down on my hip, holding me in place. Not allowing me to escape.
"Too much," I'm sobbing and shaking and thoroughly undone. "I can't—"
He shows me the moisture coating his fingers, then licks them clean. "You taste like everything I've ever fucking wanted."
Before I can recover, he plunges his fingers back into me. He doesn't stop.
The sensation crashes through me even harder than the first. My vision whites out. My entire body seizes.
Svenn's eyes soften at the corners as he watches me fall apart.
As I scream out my release, his lips cover mine, sealing my moans in our kiss.
I can taste traces of myself all over his tongue.
