“Taste it then.” She sat up.
I recoiled from her hand stretched toward me, afraid that in her lust induced haze, she’d forgotten what kind of a monster she was sharing the cabin with.
“You’re playing with fire, my butterfly,” I warned.
She might be delicate, and fragile, and so easy to hurt, but the determination in her gaze was strong enough to slay a dragon.
“Your tongue...” she said huskily. “It won’t turn me to glass. Just like your hair doesn’t. Taste me, Kye.”
Realization swept through me, making my head spin. She was right. Everything that touched my skin turned to glass. But my tongue... My tongue was safe. That was why I could eat and drink. And, oh gods, how much I wanted to taste her!
“Just a taste,” I croaked, enthralled by the sight of her wet little fingers reaching for me like the biggest temptation I’d ever known.
She leaned forward, and I strained for her, both body and soul. I opened my mouth, rolled my tongue out, like a salivating dog, and pulled back my lips, baring my teeth.
“Give it to me. Give... Give...”pounded through my head.
My nostrils flared, hungry for her scent.
“Taste me...” she whispered, dragging the back of her middle finger across my tongue.
I held still, afraid to move a muscle. I imagined my face buried between her thighs, my tongue lapping at her arousal, sinking into her wet heat, swirling around the tight epicenter of her pleasure.
“I would feast on you,” I growled, my eyelids heavy, my cock throbbing in my hand. “I would eat you out like a starving man, drink your juices, devour you until you scream in pleasure and beg for mercy.”
She sucked in a shaky breath, working herself with one hand between her legs. With the other, she twirled a strand of my hair around her finger, then tugged me closer. A shiver of pleasure skittered over my skin from the pull at my roots.
“Taste me, Kye... Taste me everywhere,” she panted, rolling back her shoulders and thrusting her chest toward me.
Her blanket fell away, exposing her breasts. The hard, pink nipples trembled with her shallow breathing, teasing me so close to my face.
I shouldn’t. But I was too far gone, drunk on her scent, taste, and closeness. She beckoned me, and all I could do was follow.
“Make yourself come while my tongue is on you,” I ordered, before stretching my tongue out and tapering it to almost a point at the end.
She nodded eagerly, then tugged on my hair, bringing me closer. Her skin felt warm, almost feverishly hot. I breathed her in, swirling the very tip of my tongue around the tight pebble of her nipple. I flicked it, lapped at it.
She sucked in a shuddering moan.
I had to suck on her breast... I needed to trap the tip between my teeth...
The thought jolted me with alarm, and I shrank back instead of leaning forward and acting out those dangerous fantasies. My hair unraveled from around her finger, releasing me from her hold.
Terror of what I had almost done to her coursed through my blood with a chill. It mixed with the heat of my arousal, resulting in an explosive combination.
Maren’s hand replaced my tongue on her breast. Her fingers pinched her nipple as she rubbed harder between her legs with her other hand.
“Kye, I want you...” she moaned. “I want you so, so much.”
I gripped myself harder too, stroking my cock in the same rhythm as she rubbed her pussy.
“I’d give you what you want, sweetheart. Everything you’ve ever wanted. Anything you’ll ever ask for and more. I’d sink into your sweet, hot cunt. Make you stretch around me. Feel you grip me as you come on my cock inside you.”
I couldn’t touch her, but I made love to her with my words, and she took it all, sharing in my fantasies as if they were her own.
“Oh my God... Kye. I...” she gasped.
Her lips parted, her eyelids closed briefly, but she snapped them open, fixing her gaze on me as she came on her hand with a long moan of pleasure.
