“No other man will touch you,” he growls now, “ever again. You’re mine,Ellin.”
I’m at a loss for words.
“When that centaur threatened you,” he goes on, his voice a gravelly growl, “I’d have cleaved him in two. I’d have split this world asunder to save you. You don’t know what you’ve done to me. You owe me a parting gift. You owe me your pleasure. Say yes.”
“… Yes…”
I don’t know what he’s talking about, only that the need to come is becoming painful. I need him to make me come and when his mouth tugs into a feral grin, I’m undone.
“I’ll make it good for you, I fucking swear it. I want you to ride my face and come on my tongue.” He laughs softly, darkly. “Oh yeah. I’ve imagined it a hundred times since you arrived.”
I blink, but before I process his words, he slides his hand between my legs, flicking my clit, and I jerk as the pressure rises. “Roane…”
“Yes,” he murmurs, “yes, say my name as you come…” Then his mouth follows his fingers and he lifts one of my legs over his shoulder, opening me up. “You have a little scar here… and you smell like fucking honey…”
I stare down at his dark head, dumbfounded at this turn of events, my body thrumming and throbbing with every pass of his rough tongue, the press of his long fingers into me.
“Sweet,” he says, and indeed something sweet is spilling into my chest, making my throat tight and my eyes burn—but he’s skilled at what he does, and I think he’ll keep his promise.
Every stroke of his tongue and every pump of his fingers makes me tremble and gasp. I place a hand on his head, fingers tangling in his long locks, and I bow over him when he groans against my pussy.
Gods…
His fingers spear deeper, his lips close over my clit and suck, and I jerk, crying out. I think I’ll fall, my knees giving out, but he pushes me against the column, his other hand gripping my hip, shoring me up—then he’s diving back between my legs, licking and sucking and pumping, and…
Sharp pleasure rolls through me, over me, crushing me, wrenching a shout from my throat. More waves crash over me, rolling and shaking me. I’ve never come this way before, not by my hand, this hard, nor with any of the boys I’d fooled around with.
I lose track of time and space, lose control of my body, black edging my vision. It’s not until he moves that I remember the position I’m in. Roane lowers my leg and I slide down the column, falling on my ass.
Roane groans. He gets up, his hand going to the bulge at his groin and pressing. His cheeks are tinged with red, his eyes dark pools. “Touch me,Ellin.”
Tentatively, I reach out and put my hand over his leather-covered erection. I gasp at the feel of that thick, hard cock, hot even through the leather.
“Harder,” he breathes. His gaze is glued to my hand. A crash sounds deep in the temple, but he seems lost in sensation. He puts his hand over mine, covering it, pressing.
I scramble to my knees and put my other hand on his arm to steady myself. With his head bowed like this, it’s possible for me to kiss him as I stroke him through the soft leather and he moans in my mouth.
His lips taste musky and sweet. They taste of me. The realization jolts me.
“Fuuuck…” His cock jerks under my palm and the groan he lets out is deep and sexy. It almost sounds as if he’s in pain. “Oh yeah…”
Another crash sounds, closer this time. The column across from us cracks and pieces fall to the floor.
He jerks away from me, eyes wild, his expression mirroring my shock. Turning, he stares at the column. “No…”
“What’s going on?” I whisper.
“What the fuck am I doing?” He hunches over, face going deathly pale. “What am I doing?”
Alarmed, I reach for him. “Roane?”
But his mouth settles into a hard line. “This was a mistake. It can’t happen again.”
CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
YOU WERE WRONG
ADELINE
