His stare scorched her, fluctuating between a fiery topaz and a burning gold as he stroked her inner thighs. “You’re a vision,laika…” Then his brow furrowed as he trailed a finger along the three-inch scar on her side. “What happened? I know immortals don’t generally have scars when they can self-heal?”
She didn’t want to talk about the past, especially now. “I fought someone who wouldn’t take no for an answer, got wounded, and accidentally fell in the river. The scar formed as a result.” She scrunched her face. “Salt water’s not so good with open wounds, especially when one has quick healing.”
“I will kill him.”
“He’s on another world.”
His expression grew dark, but he didn’t say anything. To take his mind off her attacker, Ely sat up, gripped one flat male nipple with her teeth, and gently sucked. He blinked, his eyes morphing to the fiery gold of desire.
Growling, he slid his fingers between her folds and gripped her throbbing flesh between two fingers. “I want this swollen, sensitive little clit in my mouth to lick and suck. Do you want that,laika?”
Her core tightened at his words. “Yes!”
A smile kicked up one corner of his lips. “You’re so easy. A little dirty talk—”
“Dammit, Nate.” She half laughed and half groaned. “Don’t make me regret not killing you—”
A hand on her chest, he pushed her to her back and moved lower to settle between her thighs. Her legs slid over his shoulder as he ran his tongue along her cleft, circling her clit, his stubbly jaw a caress against her skin.
Ely shut her eyes, sensations swamping her.
“Look,laika.” His husky voice had her eyes snapping open. “See what it is we do and know that you aremineto claim in this way.”
Chest heaving, she pushed up, feet braced on the mattress, bracing on her elbows.
His mouth parted, his tongue splitting her aching cleft with slow licks as if finding every hidden facet of her. Each languid stroke felt so godsdamn good, so soothing against her feverish skin. Gods, she wanted to crawl into him and stay there.
He slowly kneaded her bare mound and sucked one lip with teasing pulls, lightly thumbing her clit. She groaned. Her inner muscles strung tighter and tighter. Pressure built, her mind lost to the world, everything in her focused on what he was doing to her body. He grasped her clit with his lips, and suckled once, twice, thrice—a firm tug. And her orgasm crashed through her like a furious wave—
“Nate!”she cried out, grabbing the bed covers, her body bowing and mind splintering, pleasure taking her over…
Gasping like she’d run miles, Ely lay there, unable to think, consumed by the aftermath of sheer bliss.
Nate licked her hypersensitive flesh again, and she squealed, grabbing his head and tightening her thighs around his neck.
“I’m quite happy to stay here.” He brushed his lips on her clit.
“Gods,no!” She hastily parted her legs and pushed at his head, unable to take more.
“That’s not what you said a moment ago.” He lifted to his elbows, his body still wedged between her thighs, a smirk in place.
Ely snorted and reached down, grasped his shoulders but couldn’t get a grip, so she tugged his hair instead. He moved up, the fabric of his jeans abrading her legs in a rough caress, his bare sex a warm bar against her stomach. Not the place she wanted him, but then his mouth came down on hers, and he was kissing her.
She tasted herself as his tongue tangled with hers. Desire resurged with a vengeance and had her pushing him off. He laughed, landing on his back, and lay there like some gorgeous fallen deity with his sculptured features, lowered eyebrows, his zipper still undone, and his erect cock visible.
Her gaze met his warm one, and her heart thumped wildly, her feelings for him expanding, knowing he was finally hers.
He cocked an eyebrow, a wicked glint in his eyes. “Still hungry, my female?”
For you, gods, yes!
She lifted a shoulder in an airy shrug. “Maybe. However,Ican survive. I did for eons.” Heck, keeping her expression cool was darn hard when she wanted to laugh at his narrowing eyes, even as the heat-edged desire simmered again.
“Did you now?” he ask, tone low. Dangerous.
Oh, yes, she’d pay for that, but she didn’t care. She’d waited a lifetime for someone like him. A male who didn’t pander to her because of who her family was, who wanted her, andwho made her smile and feel like she could breathe again.
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