“Aerén, you’re an immortal prince, and I’m human, not even a Chosen, nothing special—God! I don’t know anymore.”
He dragged his lips along her jaw and down to her neck. She shut her eyes and pressed her thighs together at the ache building there. “Then think fast, Leya, because I’m still a male beneath all the trappings. A male who knows whathewants.”
She swallowed hard, then shoved all her misgivings aside and took a leap of faith. “I do want you,” she whispered, so aware of his questing hand trailing lower down her belly. “So much.”
A soft grunt of satisfaction escaped him. He nipped her earlobe again, then tugged, a delicious pull spearing straight to her core.
“Why are you drenched?”
“Dove into the lake.”
“Why?”
He palmed her breast and squeezed. “Later. Right now, the smell of your arousal is driving me out of my mind,caeli mea,” he whispered, his breath a tantalizing caress stirring all her nerve endings. Leya pressed into him, his cock a hard bar against her lower back.
With his booted foot, he spread her legs. He trailed his fingers over her silky nightwear, pushing into the fabric between her thighs and tracing her slit. “Do you want me to touch you here? To ease the ache with my hand? Or, do you want my mouth and tongue here, while my fingers fuck you into bliss?”
She shut her eyes as he continued tormenting her with his words and light touches. He squeezed her breast again, his thumb rolling her aching nipple. Desire blazed like wildfire, and she gripped his powerful forearm.
He pushed the silk aside, and his thumb slid between her folds. Finding her wet, he groaned. “Fuck, yes.”
He circled her clit, and a whimper broke free as desire spun her mind. With a low growl, he turned her to face him, and Leya blinked up at him in a daze.
“You undo me,caeli mea, no matter how angry I am.” His handsome features were set in taut lines. He rested his brow against hers, put her hands on the railing, and the cool vines crept over her wrists, securing her. “You have the power of telekinesis, too. You can free yourself.”
Telekinesis?
Leya didn’t bother to correct him, too on edge to even think of freeing herself.
He stepped back, grabbed the collar of his wet tunic, and dragged it off. The moonlight caressed him in a pale glow, turning his light blue hair silver. He tossed the shirt onto the patio table. There were healing bruises on his chest and abs, and a dressing covered the demon wound on his side. Hopefully, healing, too.
Wearing only boots and those wet black pants molded to his muscular thighs, he was like a dream, this immortal who wanted her.
His eyes glinted like some predator’s as he surveyed her cuffed to the railing with vines, and her breath caught.
He moved closer, slipped his fingers under the thin straps of her nightdress, and slid them down her arms. The silky fabric hooked onto her hard nipples. He circled one tip, and desire buzzed through her as the silk fell to her waist, exposing her breasts to the damp, humid air.
God, if he didn’t do more than torment her with those light sensual touches, she would combust from her own heat and die!
He crouched in front of her and lifted her hem to tuck it into the bunched silk at her waist, leaving her bare to his sight. She bit her lip as he ran his fingers over her mound, spreading her cleft apart. Then his mouth was on her, and he was kissing her core, making love to it, as he had with her mouth not so long ago.
She whimpered, her fingers gripping the railing she was tied to by the vines.
He grasped one nether lip and sucked, then the other, and she spread her legs, giving him more access. As he slid a finger into her core, he ran his tongue along her slit again, found her clit and sucked.
A whimper escaped her as he worked her aching flesh, then added another finger inside.
Leya gasped at the sense of fullness, her nails digging into the vines as he suckled, fingers moving in and out of her.
She was so close. “Aerén, please—”
He grasped her aching flesh with his lips, and as he pumped his fingers into her, he tugged hard—
Her orgasm crashed through her, and she cried out.
Her legs gave way. She pulled free of the vines and fell against him, grabbing his head and holding onto him…
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