He gave me that look that made my knees weak, but I tried not to seem as eager as I felt.
“Keep kissing me, and you’ll find out.”
Reagan obliged, his mouth trailing over my other breast. Down my stomach and across my navel, as if he were mapping a path with his tongue. He didn’t leave a single inch untouched, and I felt as if I might burn from the heat inside me, wishing he would never stop.
By the time he reached my waistband, my thighs ached with desire. He removed the final scrap of clothing left on me, skimming it down my legs.
My lungs tightened as he kissed my knees, parting them until my legs fell open against the bed. Reagan gazed down at me, at every inch laid bare.
He traced a slow, torturous stroke with his thumb near my centre, groaning at what he found, dragging a ragged breath from my lips.
He pulled me forward, dropping to his knees on the floor and spreading my ankles apart. The sight of him there, so close to my pleasure—
“Jane.” He placed a kiss on my inner thigh, and I shuddered.
Another kiss, as if he were tasting my name on his lips along with my skin. My heartbeat thundered as his arms hooked around my legs, and he kissed between my thighs.
“Caedmon,” I gasped, my fingers clutching the sheets.
He blinked, a flash of silver flickering through Reagan’s eyes, like a bolt of lightning, like his power rose to the surface, before the blue settled into place.
His given name. I didn’t know why I said it, but as I gazed down at my bare body, at where he licked and branded me as if laying a territorial claim, perhaps the name was my own claim on him.
His smirk deepened, cocky, his fingers splaying wide on my inner thigh. And then he decided to be merciless, slanting his mouth in every possible way, pulling louder, needier cries from me.
“Say it again,” he told me, his voice thick. Lordly.
A deep pulse throbbed at my core, answering him instinctively. With the next long drag of his tongue, his name slipped from my lips.
“Caedmon.”
His groan echoed deep within me, making me clench and arch again. My release throbbed and tugged.
Reagan trailed his hands up my belly, over my breasts, then back to my hips. He pinned them down as the pressure built, stopping me from pulling away.
His mouth brought me to my climax, and I shattered, unravelling and panting. I was faintly aware of saying his name over and over.
Something stirred behind my eyelids. Brilliant, ancient. Shaped like an animal with a curved beak and feathered wings, like a flash of light. It vanished the moment my eyes opened.
Reagan was back on the bed, pressing a path of kisses over my overheated skin. His smirk dripped with male pride.
“I’ve wanted to eat you since Erisea, and every day since,” he said with a crooked grin.
His words stoked my need. The brilliant shape already gone from my mind as Reagan paused, half above me, his eyes on my mouth.
I didn’t wait, wanting him inside, wanting the weight of his body over me. I slid my palm inside his trousers, cupping him. Reagan pressed himself against my hand.
His hot exhale seared across my neck while my fingers fumbled for his zipper, but in a blink, his trousers, his underwear, they vanished. He settled into the cradle of my thighs, his rigid length nudging me. We were both utterly bare.
“Remind me, Jane Darling,” he murmured in my ear, his voice rough. “What is it that you want from me?”
There was no patience in me for this, or for the suggestive words.Everything, I had said. But now, that word meant too much. Instead, I ground against him, whispering, “I want you to take me. For tonight.”
Muscles flexed beneath my fingers as his eyes roamed my face. Finally, Reagan pressed into me, rolling his hips against the heat between my legs.
He groaned, a beastly sound. I gasped as he claimed me, inch by inch, nipping at his lip, rocking my hips. But he moved slowly inside me, his expression one of pure, maddening control.
I breathed, “Stop holding back. Give me what I want.”
