Drop.
Pressure built low in my belly, and a second later, when another pulsing stream of water from the shower head struck my clit, I screamed as he jerked between my lips. Waves of pleasure washed through my body, a rippling blend of his own and mine. I couldn’t tell who the sensations belonged to and I didn’t care.
I just never wanted it to end.
“Tongue out, Wicked,” Lynx commanded, his finger crooking under my chin while the other hand continued to attack my clit with the water’s spray. My whole body shook, becoming a fluid jumble of nerves. I opened my mouth, sticking my tongue out for him, giving him a few more strokes. Panting through my orgasm, my eyes locked with his, then trailed down to watch the veins strain in his neck. I loved how I could experience his releasewith himthrough his Empathy. White-hot lust shot in delicious spurts across my taste buds, and I held back the urge to close my mouth and swallow him down until I knew he’d finished.
Pride shimmered in my chest.
“So fucking beautiful.” His upper body went slack, bracing himself against the tile on either side of me, catching his breath. “Never doubt how incredible you are.”
I couldn’t completely erase the doubts, the insecurities, but what he’d shown me with his Empathy had truly been a gift for me. That sinful satisfaction coming off him, golden and syrupy, was mine to claim. To own. I had made him feel that good.
Me.
He was right. I didn’t see myself how he did. Maybe I never would. But he’d shown me in a way only he could. He’d given me a front-row seat—his captivated audience of one—and there was no way to deny how he felt about me.
After he finished rinsing us both off, we stepped out of the shower, and I grabbed us towels. Now that I could really look at his tattoo, the large tree crawled across near half the width of his back, climbing over his shoulder, the roots burrowing past his hip. As soon as I’d dried off, he scooped me over his shoulder and tossed me onto the bed climbing in after me. He shimmied down to the bottom of the comforter and lifted my hips, placing a pillow beneath them.
“What are you doing?” I asked, thighs glued together, gulping back my nerves of having him rightthere.
He sat on his knees in front of me, running his palms up my legs, he tilted his head at me with a mischievous grin. “Seeing how many times you can come before nap time is over.”
Goddess above.
My eyes darted to the doorway.
“Still sleeping, I promise,” Lynx reminded me. “Now, spread that pretty pussy for me, Wicked.”
I took a deep breath, then pushed my thighs to the side with my hands, letting them fall toward the bed.
He licked his bottom lip andstared.
All the air in the room had been vacuumed away, and I held my breath.Does something look wrong there?I’d gotten a few stitches post-delivery, but they should be healed by now.Did they disfigure my lady cave?
Lynx squeezed my ankles, his brows knitting before his gaze came up to mine. “I can feel your anxiety prickling at me and I haven’t even touched you. Do you want me to stop?”
“No.”
“Then what is it?”
“I’m nervous.” I let the words bubble over, spilling out of me like an overbrewed potion. “Things might not be the same…down there…after—”
“Wicked, I’m just a starved witch staring at my next meal.” He kissed up my thigh, then mimicked his worship on the other side. I could still sense every ounce of his want, and it breathed belief into me, despite the nerves. “You’re perfect.”
I sighed in relief, dropping my head back to the pillow.
“Now keep those beautiful thighs open wide.”
Before I could take another deep breath, he dove straight for my center, parting me with his tongue. The sensation jolted me, but I arched into his face, ready for more after the showergasm. His skin was outlined in golden warmth, like the shimmer of the first morning sun, his self-satisfaction and joy rippling through me, intensifying the sensations his tongue struck within me. “Great Goddess!”
“How’s that?” he asked between strokes, licking at every part of me until I was sopping between my thighs.
“So good.” I used what little of his gift I could control to show him firsthand, wisps of fuchsia curling around him.
He stilled a moment when they touched him, realizing I now had access to his Empathy. I held my breath, nerves sparking through me. Just when I began to worry he was going to be angry over the transference, he let out a groan, seemingly spurred on. “You want more, Wicked?”
“Yes,” I rasped.
