“Stop?” The word vibrated against my skin.
“No. Don’t.”
He lavished attention on my breasts, his mouth hot and demanding as he sucked and licked, using his teeth enough to make me gasp without causing pain. His hand came up to cup my other breast, his thumb circling my nipple in time with the pulls of his mouth.
Magic sparked across my skin in heavy waves, responding to my arousal. It tangled with his darker energy, creating patterns that danced through the room like living light.
He switched sides, giving my other breast the same thorough attention while his hand trailed lower, skimming over my ribs, my belly. My hips lifted of their own accord, seeking his touch.
“Patience, sweet one,” he whispered against my skin. “I want to savor every inch of you.”
His mouth followed the path his hand had taken, kissing across my belly and down to my hip bone. Each press of his lips was a brand, a claim. He shifted lower on the bed, settling between my thighs, and I suddenly realized his intention.
Heat flooded my face even as desire coiled tighter in my core.
He looked up at me, his eyes blazing with want, but he didn’t move. Waiting for permission. Always waiting, always asking, even when I could feel through the bond how desperately he needed this.
“Cyrene.” His breath ghosted over my inner thigh, making me shiver. “Let me taste you. Let me give you this.”
“I—” My voice broke. “I need you.”
Something fierce and triumphant flashed in his eyes. “Then I’ll give you what you need.”
He pressed a kiss to my inner thigh, then another higher up. His hands slid under my hips, tilting me toward him, and then his mouth was on me, and I forgot how to breathe.
The first stroke of his tongue was electric, making sensations spiral through me. He focused on my clit, circling it slowly, learning what made me gasp and what made me moan. His hands tightened on my hips, holding me steady as I tried to arch into his mouth.
“So sweet,” he growled between strokes. “Better than I imagined.”
I threaded my fingers through his hair, not sure if I was trying to pull him closer or push him away from the intensity of it. He seemed to take it as encouragement, increasing the pressure of his tongue until I was panting.
Then I felt his fangs, a sharp bite at the juncture where my thigh met my torso. The pain was brief, immediately followed by the pull of him drinking from me there, in that most intimate of places. The dualsensation of his fingers on my clit and his fangs on my thigh was overwhelming.
Magic erupted from me in waves, golden light flooding the room. Through the bond, I felt his pleasure spike, felt how much he loved this, loved tasting me in every way.
His fingers teased my entrance, and I whimpered. “Please.”
He released my thigh and looked up at me with dark, wild eyes. “Tell me what you need.”
“More, more. Please more?—”
He slid one finger inside me, and I cried out at the sensation. Pumping it slowly, he watched my face, finding a rhythm that made my toes curl. He added a second finger, stretching me, filling me, while his mouth returned to my clit.
The combination was devastating. His fingers twisting inside me, hitting a spot that made stars burst behind my eyelids. His tongue worked my clit with relentless strokes. And through it all, the bond pulsed between us, amplifying every sensation until I couldn’t tell us apart.
“That’s it,” he said against my skin. “Take all you need, my sweet one.”
His fingers pumped faster, his mouth sucking hard on my clit, and I shattered. Pleasure crashed through me in waves, my body clenching around his fingers as I came with his name on my lips.
Through the haze of my orgasm, I felt his own pleasure spike through the bond, felt him groan against me as he found his own release, his body shuddering.
He gentled his touch, easing me down from the peak with soft kisses and slow, shallow strokes of his fingers. When I finally went limp, boneless with satisfaction, he withdrew carefully and crawled up my body to gather me against his chest.
“That was…” I couldn’t find words. “You…”
“Incredible,” he said, kissing my forehead. “You’re amazing. Wonderful. Magnificent.”
I felt the dampness on his trousers, evidence of his own release, and warmth bloomed in my chest. “You didn’t have to?—”
