“Then I claim this part of you.”
He kisses down my throat, sucking and biting, making me groan in pleasure. Nash’s scent wraps around me. It’s an intense heady combination of the freshness of a new diurnal after it has rained all sundown, mixed with something exotic and intoxicating. This is my new favorite scent, after sausages. He lets his hands wander down my ribs, his thumbs skimming the underside of my breasts, teasing me with a little of what threefold means. And honestly, I am here for it, every tempo of the heat he can deliver.
He kisses between the valley of my breasts, and my nipples tighten like they are begging for his attention. That’s new. He ignores them and drags his tongue across my stomach like he’s memorizing the taste of my skin. My legs part on their own.
“Use your words, Daphne. What do you want?”
I want everything that I’ve never experienced. Not because I’ve never experienced it, but because I want to experience it withhim.
“Everything,” I settle on.
“Everything is a little much the first time around. If I steal all your firsts, my brothers won't forgive me.”
He peels back the waist of my stolen breeches and his teeth nip at my hip, causing my leg to jerk. An insistent throb pulses between my legs and I push my thighs together, trying to relieve the ache. His hands part my legs.
“You’ll find relief when I allow it.”
I almost cry out with frustration, but something tells me I won’t be getting anything but disappointment threefold if I try to force Nash’s hand between my legs, where it should be. The breeches fall to the floor in a soft swish of fabric, leaving me naked before him. I wish I could see his face, to understand if I am to his liking. He’s used to shiny blessed Hallowed throwing themselves at his feet, not dull clumsy maidens tripping every tempo. My breath catches in my throat and I panic he’s left me here because the surrounding air is still and the room is quiet.
“I swear to the Idols, if you have left me bound, blind, and bare, I will kill you, Nash. And it won’t even be an accident.”
He chuckles low and dark, making me shiver. Must be a window open in here because no one’s voice should ever make a girl tremble. He pushes the sash down from my eyes so it hangs loosely around my neck, tightening if my hands pull on it. Clever knight.
Nash dips and runs his tongue over one nipple, then the other. Holy Burgher balls, that is awesome. Yes, more of that.
He laughs again and obliges like he heard my plea. “I did,” he mutters. “You speak your mind a lot.”
His hand drifts down my stomach and stops between my thighs where he cups me, letting the heat of his palm settle over my floof. My eyes roll backward and I pant as every brief twitch causes a maelstrom of sensations to cascade through me. An empty achy clenching starts low in my belly and I understand the worddesirefor the first time.
My eyes flutter closed as his hand places more pressure between my legs and he rubs in slow circles.
“Keep your eyes on me,” he growls.
My eyes fly open and collide with the deep green of Nash’s gaze framed by long dark lashes. I run my teeth along my bottom lip, still swollen from his bite.
He pushes his thumb into my mouth and forces me to release my lip. “Don’t hold back, Daphne. I want every sound that you’re suppressing. I command them, therefore, they are mine.”
A groan escapes me as he lifts his hand from my center and his fingers explore me, landing on a spot that makes my eyes cross. What the Blazes is that? A magic tiny spot on a woman that is directly connected to the bit in her brain that brings her pleasure? My legs shake and my head slams back into the bedpost, yanking the sash tighter around my neck that has captured my hands. Nash grabs my thigh and lifts my right leg so it’s wrapped around his hip. He explores me with unnerving precision, cataloging every response like he’s writing an encyclopedia on my body.
An unfamiliar yet enviable crescendo builds. Bands snap tighter inside of me until a keening sound erupts from my mouth that sounds foreign. His hand grips my thigh tighter, keeping me from collapsing on the ground.
“Come for me,” he whispers as his eyes sparkle with masculine satisfaction before he drops another kiss on my lips and swallows the scream that tears from my throat. Every muscle in my body snaps taut as pleasure flings through my body that sends me free falling. My heart thunders so loud it drowns out every other sound. Nash kisses me through the pleasure, helping me to ride out the insane sensations. He pulls away from me as my breathing returns to normal and releases my hands from the sash and body from the post. My legs give way and his arms wrap around me, gently pushing me back on the bed. I flop down and stare at the ceiling. Nash Stirling has just found the magical orgasm spot and I can confirm it is not a myth like many a male would have us believe.
He snaps his fingers in front of my face and a big grin spreads across his face. I slap his hand away. “Yes, yes, you bring it threefold.”
His grin lights up the entire room. “Glad we’ve come to that understanding, and now you know what happens when one of my brothers kisses you.”
A slow smile stretches across my face. “Next time, I’m climbing Malachi and kissing him until he can’t breathe.”
“You’ve learned nothing.”
“On the contrary, I’ve learned a lot this diurnal and I plan on learning a lot more.”
As soon as I’ve filled up on sausage and passed out.
ChapterSixteen
Left alone with my post orgasmic bliss and thoughts of how to provoke Nash further—because there is no way that is a one time thing—I reluctantly dress in the scraps of lace followed by a blouse and skirts befitting a true maiden. Although right now I feel like a harlot from the Red Inn.
