Gemma grasped her breast with her good hand and moaned.
“Or maybe this.” He gently sucked her clit, and any control Gemma had left evaporated.
She pinched her nipple as her hips writhed beneath his touch. Loud cries of ecstasy ripped through her, and Christian groaned against her clit. The vibration sent a thrill up her spine. She tugged on his hair; she was so close again—
Christian moaned when she came against his mouth and yelled his name. Torrents of exhilaration erupted from between her legs to her head, her toes, her fingertips. Blazing lightning and roaring thunder filled her veins.
He licked up the center of her opening after her legs ceased trembling. “You always taste so good.”
Gemma tried to catch her breath as he placed soft kisses up her stomach and between her breasts. Then with a wink, he said, “Hopefully that’s a memory that’ll help the nights you need release, and I’m not there.”
She knew he meant to be playful, but her heart sank at those words. She’d gotten so used to having him around, holding her after her nightmares, teaching her how to fight . . .
She hated to admit how much she needed him, but she really did feel better whenever he was around.
How was she supposed to do this without him? To survive without him?
Christian’s brows furrowed. As usual, his keen observation skills must’ve picked up on her shift in emotion, but before he could speak, Gemma pulled him onto his back and straddled his waist.
“Don’t think you’re getting out of this so easily,” she said. “It’s my turn to see how hard I can make you come.” Where the boldness came from, she had no idea. But blast, it felt good to give him a memory worth holding onto.
Maybe even forever.
His hazel-green eyes creased in the corners as a massive grin spread across his face. “Blazes, love. If this is your version of revenge, remind me to misbehave more often.”
Gemma snorted before kissing him softly, focusing on the feel of his lips on hers and the taste of her on his tongue. He and his pleasure were all that mattered right now. She would savor him and every precious moment they shared until the sun came up.
Christian took both of her breasts in his hands, squeezing gently and brushing her nipples with his thumbs. She shuddered at the delicate touch and deepened her kisses.
Time blurred around the edges as their lips met again and again, each brush of their lips a soft defiance against the distance waiting to separate them.
When he caressed the skin beneath her breasts, she shuddered and nibbled on his lip. Christian dug his fingers into the hair at the nape of her neck and kissed her, hard. A small whimper slipped through her lips as his other hand grazed down her ribs and between her legs. Gemma let out a small moan when his palm brushed her clit.
She lifted her mouth off his and pried his hand from between her legs. “I don’t think so, Holm. I get to tease you this time, remember? Hands behind your head.”
He smiled, his eyes sparkling as he obeyed. “I think you like bossing me around a little too much. Not that I’m complaining.”
Gemma bit her lip when the muscles in his arms and chest flexed with the movement, and his smile grew wider. Illari was cruel, making Christian so bloody handsome.
Every nerve in her body quivered in anxiety as she kissed down his neck and sternum. She’d never been bold enough to try this. What if he didn’t like it? What if she was bad at it?
But as her mouth crept lower, his breaths grew louder. Gemma looked up into his frenzied stare, and confidence burrowed in her chest. She was going to make sure he yelled her name too.
She kissed down his body until she reached his swollen cock. Christian seemed to hold his breath; every muscle in his abdomen was tight. Wrapping her hand around his shaft, she took the tip into her mouth and sucked gently.
“Fuck,” he moaned, shutting his eyes and tipping his head back.
Her pulse raced. She drew him deeper into her mouth then ran her tongue along the length of him as she slid her lips up to the tip.
Christian let out a heady chuckle when she circled the head of his cock with her tongue, and heat pooled between her legs.
Again and again, Gemma teased his member with her lips and tongue, and with every soft noise Christian made, the need to have him inside her intensified. The effect she had on him was aphrodisiacal.
He grabbed her braid. “If you don’t stop now, I’m not gonna last much longer.”
She looked up at him. His eyes were wild with need.
She smirked. “I thought I told you to keep your hands behind your head.”
