“Oh, fuck,” Iyana breathed, her grip tightening in his hair.Emmeric doubled his efforts, sucking hard and flicking those sensitive nerves with his tongue.
Come on, Mouse.Let me hear you scream.
He spoke the words into her mind so he wouldn’t have to stop worshipping her.Iyana’s body tightened and her breathing stalled.Emmeric scraped over her gently with his teeth, pushing her over the edge.
Iyana cried out and her sweet pussy spasmed around his fingers.Emmeric coaxed her through her release, then planted gentle kisses to the insides of her thighs and trailed his lips up her body.Hovering above her, he gazed upon this wondrous woman.He’d never thought he would be here.He had dreamed of it so many times, but never thought it would be a reality.Emmeric caressed her lips with his own, kissing her slowly and thoroughly.Iyana dragged her hands down his chest to his waistband.He pulled back.
“Iyana, we don’t have to go any further.I’m fine with where we’re at.”
She ran her hand over his hard length, and Emmeric hissed in pleasure.
“I want to.”
“Mouse…” Emmeric tried to draw away from her, still sensing an underlying current of uncertainty beyond her satiated lust.He didn’t want her to feel as if she owed him anything, and he definitely didn’t want her doing something she would regret.
But, quick as lightning, she had her hand in his shorts and her fist wrapped around his cock, effectively stilling his movement.
“Emmeric Sullane, don’t you dare pull away from me.Altair did that all the time—controlling every aspect of when I could touch him.”Her grip tightened around him.“Don’t tell me what I want or don’t want.”
“Okay, Mouse,” he said, settling down atop her again.Emmeric loved this fierce side of her.“You know what you’re doing, and I won’t stop you.Just one favor, though?”
“What?”she snapped at him, clearly still annoyed.
“Please don’t ever say his name again while my cock is in your hand.”He kissed her again before she had a chance to respond, and Emmeric thought he might die when Iyana began to stroke along his length.Gods, he’d dreamt of this moment, and now he wasn’t sure how long he would last.
Especially when Iyana shifted him onto his back and tugged his shorts off.She sat there for so long, simply looking at him, that he began to quiver in anticipation.Emmeric was about to tell her to either touch him or tell him she wanted to stop when she leaned forward and ran the flat of her tongue along his entire length.
He stopped breathing.His eyes closed, and his hands fisted in the sheets.Iyana was in control—he wanted her to set the pace, but Phaedros take him, it took all of Emmeric’s willpower to stay where he was.Iyana flicked her tongue over the sensitive tip before licking her way back down.Gods, her slow pace was tortuous.
But she gave him relief when she finally took all of him into her mouth.
“Fuck!”he cried.
She gripped him at the base and used her hand in time with her mouth, and she used her tongue to drive him to the brink of insanity.Emmeric couldn’t help it—he grabbed a handful of her hair and used it to leverage himself, making her movements faster.He felt himself hit the back of Iyana’s throat, but instead of gagging, she moaned.
All sense of control and restraint left him.Emmeric jerked his hips faster, Iyana matching his pace.That wave of pleasure soared ever higher, and Iyana hummed against him in encouragement.That small vibration tipped him over the edge, and he spilled himself down her throat.Iyana swallowed down his release, then gave his cock another little squeeze, making the oversensitive skin twitch in her hand.
Emmeric was in disbelief that any of that had just happened.Even more so as Iyana crawled back over the top of him with a cocky smirk on her face, obviously pleased with herself.And she was still wearing his shirt.
Words seemed impossible, so instead Emmeric turned on his side, drawing this impossible woman close to his chest.He kissed her brow gently, and as he drifted off to sleep, he prayed to all the gods that he wouldn’t wake up in the morning and realize this had all been a dream.
Chapter 35
Iyana
Emmericwasstillasleep,and Iyana propped herself up on an elbow to gaze down on his sleeping face.His features were relaxed for the first time in a while—lately he’d had a little wrinkle perpetually between his brows from worry.Iyana had gotten used to sleeping next to him in the night—he was the only thing that staved off the nightmares—but not in his shirt, and not with him fully naked.
Her entire body heated at the thought of the things they had done the night before.Emmeric’s hands on her, his head between her thighs, tasting him…it had been incredible.If she thought connecting through the bond to share magic was euphoric, it was nothing compared to the things he had made her feel with his body.
Iyana had been angry when he tried to pull away from her without letting her touch him, but in the light of the morning, she realized it was a completely different situation than it was with Altair.Altair had always withheld himself as a ‘punishment,’ and when she did manage to touch him, he turned it around quickly so that he was the one touching her instead.And, at the time, she had enjoyed the attention and the pleasure he had wrung from her body.But now Iyana could see it for what it was—control.She believed he did truly love her, but she also believed Altair didn’t knowhowto love.
Emmeric, though, had only been concerned for her well-being.He had wanted her to actually want this, and he was fully willing to do anything she desired.Once Iyana told him she was sure, he listened.He allowed her freedom to do as she wished and didn’t intervene.It was refreshing.
He was always guarding her, keeping her body and her soul safe.Always lifting her up when she was down and helping her when she began to panic.Emmeric had been the one positive person always there for her, who truly saw her for who she was.Even when she threw her barriers up to drive him away, he still saw her.Still cared for her.He always had.
The thought sent a pleasantly unpleasant sensation through her stomach, and the realization hit her with the force of a monsoon.
Iyana had never hated Emmeric, not even when she was trying to.She had tried so hard to turn him into her enemy by pushing him away or not trusting him, but he’d never held any of that against her.Never blamed her for anything.Never told her ‘I told you so,’ even when Iyana demanded him to say it to her.No—he only held her close and whispered comforting words that Iyana wasn’t sure she was worthy of.
