I don’t know how I know this, but I do.
My arms circle his neck as he slips his arms around me andhis tongue enters my mouth. He tastes like a sunset. He tastes of broken promises. He tastes of desire.
The kiss consumes me, making passion pool between my legs, the throb of want soaking my panties.
Feylin slides his arm down to the crook of my knees and picks me up, stealing my breath. It’s so much feeling. An insatiable hunger for him pricks every inch of my skin. I don’t want to look at him. It’ll force me to think things, to hurt. In this moment all I want to do is satisfy my need because it’s overwhelming.
My mouth stays on his as he settles me in front of the fire and on top of the bearskin rug.
He starts to lay me down, but I resist slightly, not quite there yet. Yes, my body’s ready, but I’m not mentally prepared for the next steps.
My tongue thrusts harder into his mouth, and Feylin moans, his calloused fingers digging into my back, which elicits a sigh from me.
I drag him down onto the rug. Yes, I’m ready. Once I’m firmly nestled atop the soft surface, he rocks back, breaking the kiss, and our gazes latch briefly before he drags his eyes to my legs, where my thin stockings are attached to a garter belt.
Yep, when I dress up, I do it right.
His breath staggers as he bends to brush his lips over the apex of my thigh, trailing to my knee, down my shin. His fingers drag over my collarbone, atop the bra and to the exposed slit of my stomach. My entire body shudders, and I can almost hear his smirk when he positions himself between my legs.
He crawls back up my body until he’s right over me, his face flush with mine. My breath hitches. Feylin stares at me one, two, three seconds, and then I smash my lips to his, giving him silent approval.
He takes that approval, letting his tongue explore mymouth greedily before breaking the kiss and tracing his lips over the swell of my breasts and onto my stomach, where he exhales, pausing, his lips hovering an inch above my skin.
Our dilemmas are the same. I hate him. Why am I feeling so much pleasure? Why do I want togivehim so much pleasure?
The only explanation is that the joining magic’s the reason why I understand how he feels, but I’m right there with him, hating myself while bliss rolls over my body in waves that wreck me inch by inch.
He pauses over my belly for a moment longer before he magicks my panties away and disappears between my legs.
Pleasure comes in tidal waves that roll up my spine and stretch over my limbs. His tongue caresses me, parting me, and my legs open wider for him. He slowly works me into a frenzy, taking his time as if to say,See? If you hadn’t screwed me over, I could’ve gone down on you like this for the rest of our lives.
Or perhaps it’s just my imagination.
His tongue becomes fingers, and those fingers and tongue bring me to a climax. Magic unfurls around me, wrapping me in a cocoon of ecstasy that breaks me apart in one violent shudder.
Every muscle in my body spasms before quietly stilling. My muscles become limp, and it takes a moment before I can slowly pull myself back together.
While I’m gathering all the different strings of myself, Feylin kisses my inner thigh, his tongue a tendril of fire licking my skin.
I’ve barely recovered from my orgasm before his mouth is between my breasts and I’m arching my back for him. His hand slides down my spine, and he unclasps the bra, pulling it away.
He sits back, the distance between us sending a chill brushing over my body. My gaze flicks to his. He’s staring atme, hungrily gobbling up my naked body with eyes so dark his pupils are engorged with lust.
I rise to my knees and work my fingers slowly down his abdomen. He sighs and lifts his hands to cup my breasts. His rough finger pads graze my nipples, making the skin pebble.
I reach for his waistband. His pants are still straining from his massive erection. When my fingers brush his lower abdomen, he hisses. Now he’s on top of me, gently pressing me to the rug again, and I submit as he kisses the spot at the base of my neck and works down to my breasts, where he sucks my right nipple into his mouth while he strokes the other with his thumb. A whimper slips from my mouth when he swirls his tongue over the stiff peak.
Fire and passion ignite in my core, sending a scorching blaze down between my legs. The pressure builds again, rising and throbbing as he sucks my nipple like it holds the key to life itself.
I gasp and he lifts his head, our gazes locking.
I cup his face and pull his mouth to mine, where his lips claim them, demanding all of me.
And as much as I hate him, I want to give him every single inch of skin I’ve got.
My fingers are on his waistband again, this time unbuttoning his slacks, unzipping them. I gently push his boxers and pants down, breaking the kiss to watch his cock bobs free from its restraints, and my mouth goes dry at the sight of it.
Truly, it’s a work of beauty, the shaft long and thick, and the head larger than anything I’ve ever seen. Granted, I haven’t seen many, but that’s neither here nor there.
