Velia’sknucklesrappedagainstFerox’s door in a quick, eager pattern. She’d been looking forward to this all day. Jason’s warning earlier that week had made her hesitate, and she’d decided not to make another advance until Ferox did. Or until she couldn’t stand it anymore.
Luckily, Ferox had succumbed first, and how could she refuse when he said “I need you” in that wicked growl?
Barely a moment after she knocked, the door swung open. She smiled at him and took a step into the room—but stopped short.
The floor looked different. Darker, lumpier, indistinct in the flickering light of the single lamp. “What’s this?”
She took a tentative step forward. Her feet sank into something soft.
“You said I needed a rug,” he replied. “I bought three.”
A shocked laugh bubbled up. “You did?” He’d been undone, shattered in the aftermath of their last encounter. She hadn’t even realized he’d heard her offhand comment about the rug, much less expected him to go out and purchase not one, butthree. The rugs were clumsily layered over each other, covering as much of the floor as possible.
“They don’t match,” he warned her. “They look hideous in daylight.”
She snorted. In the low light, she could only make out hints of color and pattern. “What possessed you to get three of them?”
“I realized why you said that. I wasn’t sure one would be soft enough.”
How was she supposed to withstand this? In the last week alone, he’d brought her ointment to soothe sore muscles, safeguarded the tie to her hair when it fell, and now he’d boughtthreerugs simply because she’d mentioned it. Jason had warned her about playing with Ferox’s heart, but if this kept up, her own would be lost to him all too soon.
If it’s not already.
“Well,” Velia said. “I suppose we’d better test them out.” She reached for him, pulling his tunic over his head. His body was bare beneath, his cock already thickening.
She dropped to her knees. “Very nice,” she murmured approvingly as her knees sank into the three layers of padding.
Velia took hold of his cock, giving it one stroke to bring him to full attention. He drew in a sharp breath at the touch of her hand, which turned into a groan as she closed her lips around him. His hand went to her head, but this time he didn’t tangle his fingers in her hair, only allowed his fingertips to graze the back of her head.
She released him from her mouth. “I could do this all day.” Her lips brushed him as she spoke, and his hand twitched where it laid on her head.
He made a strained noise. “I fear I’m going to disappoint you.”
She chuckled, then slid her mouth down his length once more. It really was more comfortable this way—but he didn’t give her long to enjoy it.
“Velia,” he hissed after the next stroke. He took a step back, pulling away, and then he tugged her to her feet, stripped off her dress, and turned her toward the bed.
He grabbed the pillow resting at the head of the bed and tossed it aside, pointing to the spot it had occupied. “There,” he said. “Kneel. Put your hands on the wall.”
She raised her eyebrows, intrigued, and did as he asked. What did he have in mind? She was facing away from him. Did he mean to take her from behind?
She quickly figured it out as he lay flat on the bed and slid his face beneath her spread thighs. “Oh!”
His tongue opened her, his lips latching onto that sweet place at the apex of her quim.
The onslaught of sensation made her shudder. His hands wrapped around her thighs, anchoring her to him.
“Can you breathe?” she gasped.
“Don’t. Care,” came the muffled response.
His tongue was doing something to her that made her hips rock, seeking more. In this position, she had more control over the angle of connection. She braced her hands against the wall, arching her back to find the perfect position. A moan tore from her lips. He growled in response, the sound vibrating through her.
His lips pulled and teased at her. She matched his rhythm with the roll of her hips, each breathless movement driving her pleasure higher.
A quiver rippled over her, and her internal muscles clenched. She raised herself off him, just enough to enjoy the suspended pleasure, dark and bittersweet. Her hands trembled where theypressed against the wall, her body urging her to relax back down onto him, to let him finish what he’d started.
He lifted his head, seeking her with his mouth, but she moved herself higher. “No,” she sighed. “Not yet.” She wanted to feel what it was like to climax with him inside her, his cock stretching and filling her.
