I followed her down onto the bed, caging her with my body. The feel of her bare skin against mine was almost too much to bear. I had to pause, had to breathe, had to remember that I wanted this to last.
“I’m going to kiss every bit of you,” I said. “I’m going to learn what makes you gasp.” I kissed her jaw. “What makesyou moan.” Kissed her throat. “What makes you scream my name.”
I worked my way down her body, giving her breasts attention again until she was squirming beneath me. Then lower, across her belly, the fullness of her hips.
“Raoul.” She tried to pull me back up. “You don’t have to?—”
“I want to.” I settled between her thighs, spreading them wider with my shoulders. “I’ve been thinking about tasting you for days.”
The scent of her arousal made my dragon side snarl with possession.Mine. She was mine.
I started with gentle kisses to her inner thighs, teasing, making her wait. She made a frustrated sound that turned into a moan when I finally licked a long stripe through her wetness.
She tasted wonderful.
I groaned against her, the vibration making her jolt. Then I got to work in earnest, using my tongue to explore every sensitive spot. I sought her clit and circled it with the tip of my tongue, light and teasing at first, then with more pressure.
Her hands tangled in my hair, pulling, and her hips lifted off the bed. I held her steady with an arm across her thighs and kept going, alternating between broad strokes and focused attention on her bundle of nerves.
“Oh fates, oh fates, oh?—”
I loved how she could lose herself in this moment.
I slid two fingers inside her again, pumping while flicking my tongue across her clit. Her inner walls were already fluttering, still sensitive from her first orgasm.
“That’s it,” I said against her clit. “Give me anotherone.”
I twisted my fingers, finding a spot inside her that made her cry out, and sucked on her clit.
She came with a scream, her whole body arching off the bed. Lightning flashed across the ceiling and snow drifted around us. The temperature plunged to freezing, then spiked to a near boil, then back to normal.
I carried her through it all, wringing every last bit of pleasure from her body until she was pushing at my head, oversensitive and trembling.
When I finally lifted my head, my own need was a living thing, demanding satisfaction. Just the sight of her, flushed and sated and beautiful, combined with the taste of her on my tongue was pushing me to the edge.
I rose to my knees between her thighs, wrapped my hand around my length, and stroked once, twice, three times. That was all it took. My orgasm hit like a lightning strike, pleasure exploding through every nerve. I came hard, spilling onto her stomach and thighs, marking her with my release.
The groan that tore from my throat was more dragon than man.
When I could think again, I found her watching me with heavy-lidded eyes, a satisfied smile on her lips.
“I love watching you do that,” she said with a mischievous look in her eyes. “Maybe you’ll do it again sometime soon.”
“Maybe I will, but not right now. I’ve got other plans for you, sweet.” I climbed off the bed and lifted her into my arms, striding toward the door.
“What are you doing?”
“Shh. Don’t make a sound or someone will see you naked, and I’ll have to kill them.”
Her breath caught.
“Only kidding.” Mostly. She was mine, and I wasn’t sharing one bit of her with anyone else.
I slipped through the door and into the cool night air, scanning the square. Empty. Everyone had gone to bed after the celebration, leaving the village silent and dark except for the dying embers of the bonfire.
Perfect.
I carried Adele along the back of the cottages, keeping to the shadows. She pressed her face against my neck, her breath warm on my skin.
