“It seems you’ve regained your mobility,” she joked.
I squeezed, lowering my mouth for a teasing bite. She laughed, swatting me away, and I flopped back onto the mat, though my gaze never left her.
“Vith,Finley,” I said. “I had no idea an ass could be this perfect. This tempting.”
Her cheeks brightened with her giggle. It was soft, feminine, and wildly out of place on the lips of a warrior like her. Yet I knew I’d happily bleed out if only to earn it again.
Water splashed into the bowl as she tipped the pitcher, her hips swaying in quiet provocation. I groaned, knowing damn well she was teasing me for how I’d reacted to her a few beats ago. My length strained against my damp pants.
She turned to face me, her teeth digging into her bottom lip. Her breasts, soft, perfect curves, made my chest tighten with the ache to touch, to taste, to worship them again.
Her eyes narrowed at the way I stared unabashedly. Her smile came slow but mischievous. “You look like you’re about to make another mess before I can clean the first one.”
I groaned, tipping my head up while I rubbed my eyes. “You want to kill me. Is that it?”
Then she was on me, straddling my hips while she bent down to kiss me.
“What a way to go,” I murmured, sliding my hands over her waist.
Her weight pressed me down against the mat, her kiss urgent and searching before she shifted against my straining length. She gasped, eyes wide, and I couldn’t bite back my groan.
“Is that . . .?”
“My cock,” I rasped, straining against the damp fabric of my pants. “And if you keep wiggling like that, I’ll end up embarrassing myself.”
Her blush deepened, her smile curling bigger, when she whispered, “Show me.”
Gods. I fumbled with the button of my pants, pulling the zipper down quickly. Her eager fingers joined mine until I was freed. Aching and swollen. Her eyes fixed on me. Unblinking.
She tugged at the hem of my shirt, but I was already tearing it off with one motion. Her gaze roamed over me, lingering, hungry, until her lips parted. The satisfied gleam in her eyes made me want to devour her all over again.
When she swiped her finger across the tip of my erection and brought it to her lips, I nearly lost my sanity.
“Blessed gods,” I groaned, the words breaking out of me.
Every muscle strained to keep still while she tasted me, her eyes alight with mischief. Beneath it was something softer, something like wonder.
She touched me again, her hand more curious than certain. When her hand circled the base, I nearly lost control. Gently, I covered her hand with mine, guiding her to a firmer grip.
“Like that,” I managed to grind out. “Vith,exactly like that.”
Her smile widened, innocent and wicked all at once. And I knew I’d never survive her.
Her careful strokes grew bolder, more confident. The sight alone, Finley touching me, burned hotter than anything I’d ever known.
I tipped my head back, breath shuddering as her thumb teased across the head. My hips flexed into her hand, chasing every stroke.
“I’m close,” I warned, desperate and undone and afraid she’d stop.
But she didn’t. Her eyes, bright with hunger, never left me. Her lips parted as she worked me to orgasm. Again.
But this was Finley touching me. The female I’d been promised, choosing me. Wanting to please me.
Pressure built with pleasure curling low in my stomach, before it surged, stealing my breath. I groaned her name, spilling hot over her hand and across my stomach. She watched me fall apart for her, taking in every sound she spilled from me.
“Finley,” I groaned, voice wrecked. “You’ve ruined me. I’m on my knees for you, whether I can ever stand again or not.” I dragged in a ragged breath, enjoying the sly tilt of her smile, and managed a rough laugh. “If this is how you plan on finishing me off, at least I get to die happy.”
Her grin widened as she dragged a finger down my chest, digging into the come that streaked across my skin. “Oh no, Brenton.” She brought her finger to her lips, where her tongue curled around the tip.
