My attention drifts lower, over the softness of her stomach, to touch the shell skirt just barely concealing her. “And this?”
“Destroy it,” she gasps, then, “But not really, because I don’t want to walk out of here naked.”
Carefully, I untie and place the shell skirt on the ground. “As if I would let that happen. There’s only one other fae here I’d be at peace seeing you like …this.”
For a moment, her face pinches in confusion, but then I slide my hand between her legs, and she gasps. Her eyes roll back in her head, lost in pleasure. My budded flower ready to unfurl. I grip her thighs and pull them apart.
“You know there are people just outside,” I say.
She threads her fingers in my hair and guides me lower. “Don’t tell me you’re getting nervous.”
A desperate kernel of sound breaks out of my mouth, and I dive between her legs, nuzzling, before running my tongue along her center. There’s at least one place that’s not painted.This is mine.
It’s as delicious as her lips, the sweetest nectar. Amid this frenzy of pleasure, my mind slips into hers. She’s completely and utterly consumed by me. Predatory need surges through me at the thought. Every fiber in me wants to enter her, and when I rise to capture her lips again, she begins to paw at my clothes.
Grabbing her wrists in one hand, I bring them above her head. “No, Flower. Why is everyone so eager to see Keldarion in the labyrinth?”
She laughs, and I wish I was as funny as the hulking gladiator, so I could make her do it again.
“Come on, Cas,” she purrs. “I know you want me to touch you.”
Of course I fucking do. The only question is … can I control myself around her?
I’ve never been good at resisting temptation. “Fine, a little taste. For my princess.”
“Tell me if you need me to stop,” she breathes, and there’s nothing but trust in her bright eyes.
Rosalina slips off my clothes, and the light breeze tugs through my hair. I suddenly wish we weren’t so exposed here, weren’t concealed by only sheets of fabric.
I want her all to myself.
“You’re so beautiful,” she whispers. Her lips softly brush over my newly exposed skin, tongue dipping into the hollow below my neck, sending the most delicious shiver through my body. She pushes me down, my back hitting the chaise. Her teeth nip at my skin as she makes her way lower and lower.
My cock aches, standing sword straight. Her long lashes lower as she inspects me, and a strange heat crawls up my neck. She slides her hair over her shoulder and her warm breath sweeps over me, causing my cock to quiver and bob.
Her pink tongue inches out of her lips, and I bunch the fabric in my hands, nearly dying from the anticipation.
Slowly, she licks from my balls to my tip, wet and silky.
“That’s a cute sound, Cas.” She smirks.
“What sound was that?”
“A whimper.”
My face heats. I wasn’t even aware I had made a sound. However, I cease to care as she swirls her tongue around my tip before closing her lips and slowly taking me into her throat. My hips buck, and I fist my hands in her hair as if that will keep her here forever.
Who am I kidding? I’ll barely last ten minutes at this pace.
She continues moving up and down my cock, her hollowed cheeks perfectly tight. Her rhythm is hypnotising, and I tangle my fingers in her hair as she moves.
“You feel so good, Flower,” I rasp. “You’re doing so well.”
My praise urges her on, and she goes so deep, I hit the back of her throat, causing her to gag a little. “Keep making sounds like that and I’ll accidentally fill those pretty lips with my cum.”
She pops off, saliva dripping from her lips. “I’d swallow every drop of you.”
My whole body clenches, cock becoming painfully stiff, and I push her away, staggering to the other side of the room.
