Page 134 of Secrets of Graves and Gold

Rheave’s brilliant smile comes back. “I think so too.” He nuzzles the side of my face and drops his head to nibble the side of my neck. “I feel… so much. I don’t even understand everything my body wants.”

When would he ever have experienced sexual desire before? I don’t want to push him into anything he’s not ready for.

“Just… do what feels good,” I suggest. “What feels right. If it feels right to all of you, not just your body.”

He makes an urgent sound and presses his groin against mine. “I feel like I should sink right into you. Like we’re too far apart. But you’re right here.”

Okay, I guess I won’t be the one pushing us along quickly.

I swallow hard, my own growing sense of urgency thrumming through my veins. “That’s normal. It would be easier—usually you take off your clothes—but we can’t really do that here.”

Rheave lets out a low growl. “I’d like to touch all of your skin. But I— Do you want to wait?”

Another pump of his bulge against my sex propels an honest answer out of me on a surge of need. “No.”

The daimon-man tilts my head back so our mouths can crash together. His kiss is demanding but without a hint of cruelty, as if he’s only asking me to offer up what he knows I’ll joyfully give.

His other hand sweeps over my chest, pausing to massage one breast until I moan into our kiss, then slipping down to my waist. He skims the curve of my ass before gripping it and pulling me against him even more tightly.

This time, it’s me absorbing his groan into my mouth. My whimper echoes it as he grinds against me.

“Not quite enough,” he mutters. “Not quite?—”

He yanks the skirt of my linen dress up to my waist and fumbles along my trouser underskirt until he finds the ties. As he leans into another kiss, he flattens his hand against my bare belly beneath the fabric and then slides it downward, beneath my drawers as well.

The brush of his fingers over my clit sets off a flare of pleasure. I stifle a needy mewling sound as well as I can.

Rheave delves farther, devouring my mouth as he plunders the slickness between my legs. He strokes over my folds and lets out a shaky breath.

One finger slips right inside me. He muffles his next groan against my hair.

“This. This is where I fit.”

All I can do is nod, my hips swaying with his teasing caresses. He strokes me several more times, both our breaths getting more ragged by the moment, and then withdraws his hand to lift it to his face.

His fingers gleam with the evidence of my arousal. Watching me, he sniffs them and then flicks his tongue over the collected slickness.

The sight sends a pang of hunger through me as if he licked me right on the spot those fingers were fondling earlier.

“Mine,” he murmurs. “All for me.”

A giddy laugh tickles up my throat. “And what do you have for me, my daimon-man?”

Another growl escapes him. “I need…”

He wrenches at his own clothes. As soon as it’s clear he’s sure about this, I help him yank his trousers down.

When he tugs his straining cock free from his drawers, I can’t resist gripping it and stroking it up and down.

Rheave lets out a hiss that’s pure heat. “That… That is very good just as it is. But I want more.”

He yanks at my thigh sheaths so he can drag my pants and drawers down to my ankles. Then he hefts me up against the side of the gully. Only my cloak protects my bared ass from the cool earth.

My cloak and his hands, clamping around me as he presses toward me, angling my hips up to meet him.

As his shaft slides between my folds, we sigh in unison. Pleasure crackles over my skin as if he’s let loose his supernatural energy on me in the most delightful possible way.

Rheave pushes into me until we couldn’t be closer, his cock stretching my channel with a perfect heady burn. He stops there, his head bowed next to mine.

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