Does he really mean it? I stare into his eyes as I lean into the bond, and it only takes me a few seconds to realize that yes,yes, he means it. He’s not just telling me what he thinks I want to hear. He’s giving me honesty, just as he promised he always would. My heart flutters, and my face heats anew.
I lift my chin slightly as I stare at his lips. That’s all it takes to encourage him to kiss me. He cups my face and presses his lips to mine with a feral growl that echoes throughout the cavern.
This kiss is more intense and far hungrier than our first one, and I soon find myself moaning and whimpering into his mouth as his tongue tangles with mine. He tastes like peppermint and winter spices, and gods help me, but I cannot get enough.
Not breaking the kiss, he lifts me briefly and settles me on his lap. His hands immediately return to my face, his fingers digging into my cheeks, as he holds me in place for more of his expert kisses. As skilled as he is, I still find it difficult to believe that I’m the first woman he’s ever kissed, and yet I know it is the truth.
I gasp at the feel of his hardness beneath me, the firm evidence of his desire. I squirm on his lap as the achiness in my core builds, and through the layers of our clothing, I swear I feel his cock stiffen further.
He growls and our teeth clash as the kiss turns almost… violent. Yet I’m not scared. I’m ravenous for more, and I trust that he won’t hurt me.
Though I’m eager to claim you, he sends down the bond,I know you think it’s too soon for us to consummate our union, little moth. But I would like to bring you to the heights of pleasure. I would like to feast on your core and feel you shatter against my mouth.
Oh, gods. More waves of heat pulse in my core, and I become almost frantic with need.
He withdraws from the kiss and presses his forehead to mine, waiting for my reply as we both pant breathlessly. I reach out, placing my hands on his bare chest, then slowly caress him.Though his skin is initially cool to the touch, it gradually warms beneath my palms.
A low growl rumbles from his throat, and the sound vibrates through me, causing the pleasure that’s quaking within me to deepen.
I sense he’s waiting. Waiting for my permission. He won’t guide me down upon the furs and press his mouth to my pussy unless I invite him. Leaning into the bond, I sense his eagerness to taste me, the carnal hunger that’s making him hot all over. To my astonishment, perspiration glimmers on his brow. This fierce, proud commander from the Winter Court is becoming heated inside and out… because of me.
His nostrils flare as he takes a deep breath, and I sense the pleasure that fills him as he savors the scent of my arousal.
Holding his gaze, I slowly push away from him and move back onto the furs. He watches me intently, his body rigid, his muscles tense, still waiting for my invitation. There’s a part of me that delights in making him wait, not to be cruel, but because I want to feel the full force of his desire for me.
My entire body trembles with need as I lie back on the furs. The skirt of my long nightdress has shifted up to my knees, and as I part my legs slightly, it drifts even higher. Gideon still watches me, tense as ever, though I sense his restraint is crumbling, ready to snap. Yet he holds on, determined to wait until I beckon him, whether with a thought or a verbal command. Part of me softens to him at this moment. Because despite the ferocity of his desires, he’s waiting for my consent. He wants to prove to me just how much he reveres me, and this realization prompts my throat to tighten with emotion.
“Gideon,” I whisper, and that’s all it takes.
In a rapid blur of movement, he joins me on the furs, stretching his body alongside mine, then leans over me to press his lips to mine again. Fevered longing sweeps through me, andI whimper and moan as he proceeds to kiss his way down my body. He doesn’t remove my nightdress, but his winter-cold lips press through the fabric, sending a rush of goosebumps and shivers that draw a series of keening moans from my throat.
That’s it, little moth. Moan for me. Don’t hold back. His voice fills my head, a constant presence that I cannot escape.
Eventually, he reaches my core. He pushes my nightdress up, and I glance down to witness the pleasure that flashes in his eyes.
Ah, no undergarments. Just as I’d hoped.He flicks a wicked glance my way, then he spreads me wider and studies my aching center. His eyes darken with lust and… admiration. I flush because I didn’t expect him to examine me so closely, and I know he can seeeverything. The cave is almost fully illuminated by the blazing torches and the fire next to us. Orange light continually waves over our bodies.
You are beautiful, Isabel, he sends down the tether.And you are perfect.
I flush at his praise, but before I can respond, he lowers his face to my pussy, then glides his tongue directly over my clit. A blast of sensation ripples through me. I gasp and writhe against his mouth, and I hear his pleased chuckle in my head.
Eager little human. You like this, don’t you? You like the feel of my tongue on your gleaming, pink cunny. Gods, you are so wet for me. So wet and swollen.
His crass words are shocking, but they also make me quiver and ache for more. My moans and whimpers echo off the cavern walls as he continues laving at my pulsing button. He pushes my legs wider apart, and I tremble as his horns brush against my inner thighs.
As he circles my clit, applying only the faintest hint of pressure, more of a tease than anything, he presses two fingers to my core. He swirls through my wetness and pushes lightly, asthough testing my tightness. I think perhaps only the tips of his fingers are inside me, and it’s not enough.
My head falls back and I clutch the furs, undulating my center against his mouth, secretly hoping he’ll push deeper. I only feel the slightest pressure, the slightest fullness.
But oh, how I want more.
Even if it hurts a little.
Again, I marvel that his tongue is so warm. Yet his breath is a chilled caress. The contrast of hot and cold on my aching parts draws another moan from me, and I tense as the pressure in my core builds.
With careful movements, he pushes his fingers deeper in my pussy, stretching me, filling me. My insides clamp tightly around his thick digits, but when I try to thrust my center upward, he presses me down, forcing me to remain in place as he continues the blissful torment. His warm tongue dances over my clit, circling my sensitive bud with increasing pressure, and his fingers penetrate my core just a bit deeper.
Oh, gods.
