He pulled her closer, and she took another step, moving in so near to him that his breath whispered against her skin, and she let out a low moan.
His fingers trailed up her thighs, over her hips and under her breasts and then back down again, only to start their journey up once more, this time on the inside of her thighs.
Val nudged her legs apart, and then, before she could think, closed his mouth over her breast. He tugged and pulled with his lips and teeth as his tongue tortured her with hot circles. And still those big hands traced their journey, down the inside of her legs and all the way back up.
He shifted to her other breast as his thumbs traced the crease at the top of her thighs, and she whimpered, aching and wet and lost in the twin torments of his ravishing mouth and sensuous fingers that never quite reached where she wanted them to go.
Then he gripped her hips and, with stomach muscles bunching, he lay slowly back, lifting her with him until she lay over the top of him, his hard length nudging at her.
He guided her legs to either side of his body and lay back, watching her as he ran his hands along her thighs and up her waist, to settle around her ribs, his eyes dark with desire.
She had heard the maids and staff in the palace talking about sex, and her mother had had a brief and humiliating talk with her before her marriage, so she had an idea of what to expect.
And this wasn’t it.
He lay, watching her lazily, not moving except for the small circles of his thumbs below her breasts, his mouth turned up in a soft smile—and she realized that he was giving her all the control.
She had never felt so cherished, so safe, or so magnificently alive, and she dropped forward over his body to join her mouth to his, to show him some part of what he made her feel.
The move rubbed her swollen clit over his rigid shaft, and they both hissed, his fingers tightening on her skin like brands.
He pulled her even closer as she kissed him, open-mouthed, lost in his taste, the slow slide of his tongue against hers, her tight nipples rubbing against the rough hair on his chest.
She needed to move. Needed something… more. She lifted her hips and rubbed herself over him again. Bard.
A wave of sensation rushed over her as she slid herself over him, again and again, until they were both frantic. Panting hard against each other’s open mouths.
“Val?” Her voice was a rough whisper, but he knew what she wanted. He guided her hand down until she found the hard velvet of his cock and then he helped her to position herself so that she could slide herself down onto him.
She hovered over him, every muscle in her body crying out to sink down. But she wanted something different. She wanted him to know that she trusted him with more than her life. She trusted him with everything.
She leaned forward and kissed him. “I want you to do it.”
The flecks in his eyes were like molten silver as he looked at her. “Are you sure?”
She kissed him again, tilting her hips to press against him as she spoke, torturing them both. “Yes.”
He watched her carefully for a moment. And then he spun, rolling her onto her back and coming to rest between her thighs. He was balanced with his weight on one arm. With the other, he reached for her, taking her hand and interlacing their fingers as he kissed her in long, slow slides.
His body was hot, covering hers, as she lost herself in the exquisite domination of his mouth. In the bliss of Val surrounding her, exactly as she’d known he would.
He nudged against her entrance, and she lifted her legs, feeling him slide inside her a millimeter at a time, his face rigid with control.
There was a sharp pain, and he froze in the same instant she did, holding himself above her, not moving except for the slow glide of his tongue against hers, the shifting of his wings around them.
The pain faded in a few seconds, and she found herself relaxing, running her hands up his arms, along the heavy muscles of his shoulders, and into his hair as he kissed her deeply once more.
She melted into the glorious slide of his mouth against hers, the fullness and the intoxicating pressure where their bodies joined, and the heat started to build in her body once more.
He began to rock against her, angling himself so that the base of his cock nudged against her clit with every thrust, and she gasped with the delicious friction as pleasure built in her once more.
Everything became a blur of his body over hers, his mouth, the shimmering ache that was growing with every controlled stroke, and she found herself lifting her hips to meet him, chasing that rippling ecstasy that was so very close.
He ran his free hand down between them to find her clit, adding a devastating circling pressure from his thumb to the relentless rhythm of his hips and his thick cock inside her.
She could hear her own heavy breathing, her whispered pleas. She wanted. Needed. Bard, she was so close.
“I’ve got you, Lanni,” he whispered roughly against her mouth. “Come for me.”
