Permission granted. Desire acknowledged.
Turmoil strung across Aire’s face. His eyelids clamped shut. “Aspen. I’m begging you…”
“Do you want me?”
“For pity’s sake.”
“Do you?”
Aire drew in my scent. His gaze flipped open, the pupils black and glittering, and a pleading hiss sliced across his tongue. “Yes.”
My body ignited like timber. Fluid coated the rift in my cunt, and my pulse accelerated in tempo with his own. Holding his tormented expression, I fanned my thighs apart. Only a scant few inches, but it was enough to set those irises on fire, banishing everycouldn’t,shouldn’t,wouldn’tfrom his conscience.
“Then take care of me,” I commanded. “Touch me, Noble Knight.”
21
Aspen
My voice mirrored his own inflection, each of us suffering from a thousand wants. That first kiss hadn’t resolved a mystery, drained the tension from our systems, and then closed the door. Instead, it had blown open a fucking floodgate.
Our bodies siphoned oxygen. In and out. Shallow and harsh. Those noises pumped into the hollow, our outtakes ragged, our hearts pounding like battering rams.
Not only that. A firm ridge protruded from his lower half, pressing hard into my tailbone and leaching the air from my lungs. Seasons, his cock rose.
Long and thick. Packed with heat.
Because of me. Only for me.
The knight’s inner turmoil, his fight to behave himself, turned me on like flint and tinder. I’d never felt so empowered. The sensation dampened my pussy, the flux seeping through my knickers.
Such a good man on the brink of collapse. Such a commendable soldier on the verge of mutiny.
Still, Aire said nothing. As the reckless seconds flitted by, my pulse doubled. Then it exploded as a ragged noise pushed from his chest, and his strong, beautiful, fucking hand moved.
First one, palming my hip. Then the other, crushing my skirt.
The merest brush wrenched a strangled gasp from my lips, which encouraged him to keep going, making a slow, agonizing track that frayed my nerves. Those fingers spanned my waist before descending along the outer edges of my thighs, all the while fisting more of my skirt, gradually bunching it up my legs.
My bare calves lifted into view, then my trembling knees. The knight acted with intention, trailing some invisible force attuned to my desires, following a magnetic type of path. Not because of his gift, since reading me was off-limits to him. But something else guided him.
Something fundamental.
The more material Aire gathered, the harsher our breathing grew. My lips parted as he exposed my upper thighs, leaves, petals, and vines coiling over my skin. The knight’s thumb slid across one plant stem, the onslaught racking me with shivers.
At my response, his lips tilted against my jaw. Then he shackled my thighs in a gentle but firm grip, and his voice hit an authoritative edge. “Open them.”
That demand tapped all the intimate buttons, my pussy clenching on instinct. Together, we scissored my thighs, revealing the linen drawers clinging to my cunt and ass. Amber light snuck through the tree, illuminating the studded outline of my clit and the sodden oval penetrating the textile.
Aire sucked in a breath. “Now tell me how you feel.”
“Wet,” I panted, the word shoving from my lips. “Wet and warm.” Twisting, I took a risk and draped my tongue along the rim of his jaw. “But empty. My pussy feels so empty without you.”
An anguished groan raked from his throat. “You have the filthiest mouth.”
“You like my filthy mouth.” I nipped my teeth into his flesh, grazing the hard line of bone. “And you like what you see. It makes you hard, doesn’t it?”
And my knight lost his mind. “Fuck,” he muttered, then snatched my chin and veered my gaze toward the gap in my legs.
