Velario groaned and moved with her. His lips met hers and she lost herself in the kiss. It was a mating of mouths, a fierce claiming that went both ways. Reyn knew she had only to let herself and she would come. But she wanted more. She wanted his hands on her skin, his mouth on her breasts, his hardness inside her. She pressed her hands against his chest and pushed herself to her feet.
He gaped when her body left his, but she returned to his lap a moment later, this time with her back to him. “Get my buttons and laces.”
While Velario followed that command, she tore off her shoes and stockings. Then she stood and divested herself of the rest of her garments. Velario began to rise, but she put her hands back on his chest and pushed him back into the chair. Straddling him, she sat back far enough that she could reach the buttons of his trousers. She freed his cock and took a moment to explore the silken length with her hands.
“Reyn, I only have so much control,” Velario said through gritted teeth.
“I want to see how much,” she answered.
He pumped into her fist once, then his hands fisted on the arms of the chair and the tendons in his neck stood out in stark relief. “You can experiment after I give you an orgasm.”
“Hmm, no, I don’t think so.” Reyn watched Velario vibrate with tension, but did nothing more with her hands to push him over the edge. “I think I will take my orgasm for myself.”
“Yes,” he groaned. “Use me.”
Without another word, Reyn positioned herself and sank down the length of Velario’s cock. His hips twitched, but he kept his hands locked on the chair. Reyn lifted them from the armrests and pressed them against her breasts. Immediately, Velario squeezed. His fingers danced over the bare skin, leaving trails of sensation in their wake. She arched her back, and he understood the silent command. He rolled her nipples between thumb and forefinger. She moaned and lifted herself up and down his length. When Velario leaned forward and took one nipple in his mouth, she moved faster.
Velario switched to the other breast, his hips now moving in tandem with hers, and Reyn gave herself over to physical pleasure. She came around him, but he didn’t stop. He kept moving as she lost her rhythm, and soon she felt herself building to another peak.
He pushed her higher this time. Higher than she thought possible. To the point where pleasure was almost pain and the need to come consumed her.
“Velario!” She climaxed again, and this time he went with her.
Her whole body trembled with aftershocks, and Reyn leaned forward against Velario’s chest, reveling in the feel of his silk waistcoat against her skin, his arms around her back. She rested her head on his shoulder and simply breathed.
She almost fell asleep like that, naked in Velario’s lap, with him rubbing soothing circles on her back. She caught herself on the verge of closing her eyes, with no intention of opening them for hours, and pulled back.
What was she doing cuddling with Velario? In his library, no less. They didn’t have that sort of relationship. Honestly, Reyn wasn’t sure what such a relationship entailed. That was what Merine and Andros had. Lisca and Khiran. Roena and Del. Those couples were all in love. Not in fake courtships that now included offers of orgasms.
Wonderful orgasms, but that was only a physical connection.
The languor Reyn felt disappeared. Velario was attracted to her; she knew that much. But did she know that he didn’t hate her? She wanted to think he had softened and liked her now, but she had also thought Pedon was in love with her. She was a terrible judge of such things. Even the physical connection might not be as genuine as she first assumed. She had a lure—whether she was a succubus, a siren, or something else altogether. She induced physical attraction magically.
If she couldn’t even be sure their physical connection was genuine, then Reyn had no business having sex with Velario. Even for a casual affair, she wanted something more.
Reyn slid off Velario’s lap and began dressing. “It’s late. I should get home before Selona wonders what happened to me. Especially after I ran out of the musicale.”
She didn’t look at Velario, but she heard when he finally shifted in the chair, then stood and set himself to rights. He did up the laces of her corset without comment, then the buttons on her dress. Only when she turned to face him, once more fully dressed, did he speak.
“I’ll walk you back.”
She wasn’t sure what she heard in those simple words. He had said them so evenly. She wasn’t sure what she wanted to hear.
There wasn’t a chance she was getting any sleep tonight—too bad she couldn’t stay in Velario’s library and continue her search on siren lore so that the hours until dawn might at least be used productively. Instead, she knew she’d spend those hours contemplating a return to Velario’s bed.
