Page 158 of Creatures that Breathe

A coy smile. “My technique’s better.”

Stepping back, I coast a heated gaze up and down her, lingering on the delicious spread of her thighs, the narrow white bandage on her cheek. “Obviously.”

“Cross?”

I graze my lips over hers. “Anything, love.”

She smiles against my mouth, Whispers. “Will you just fuck me already?”

This female. Will. Kill. Me.

Not thinking, just craving, I bury my face in between her thighs, reintroducing myself to my favorite place in the world.

She shouldn’t taste this fucking good.

I don’t deserve it. But I certainly take advantage. Licking and sucking, and nibbling. Gods, I’ve missed this terribly.

She cries out, scoring her hands over my scalp, clawing and pulling my hair.

I’m cheating.

I know exactly what she likes, and I don’t hold back—pinpointing the sensitive spots that send jolts of ecstasy coursing through her body, giving her the exact right pressure, the right pain. Her legs quiver on top my shoulders as I apply just enough pressure on her clit with my teeth; a sting that sends her spiraling over the edge, grinding against my mouth with wild abandon.

“No underwear?” I ask, marking my teeth on the inside of her thigh.

“Not—” She’s shaking still, head rolled back, pulse pounding in her neck, “Not part of the plan.”

“Such a good little planner,” I growl, sliding two fingers inside her, reveling in her wet heat. It’s fumbling, near frantic as I claim her, muttering a strangled, “Fuck, Leni,” as my hand slips over her.

I breathe into the hollow space where her neck meets her collarbone, feeling her thrumming pulse beneath my lips. My free hand is greedy, stroking up her waist, over her stomach, higher, as I fuck her with my fingers, slow but rough, giving her wants she craves while getting her comfortable with the sensation.

Giving myself time to not completely embarrass myself.

Pushing under the slip of her shirt, I score my palm up where her damning tattoo used to lie, and spread higher, caressing the small swells of her breasts.

“Oh,” she gasps out. “Almost forgot.” Her words are hitching breaths against my earlobe as she unveils the last step of her brilliant plan. “A surprise.”

My whole body jerks in shock, mouth falling open on a tortured groan.

I can feel it. Her surprise. My fingertips brushing something hard beneath the silk of her shirt. Metal. A nipple piercing.

I share an exhilarated grin with her. “You are so fucking dangerous.”

The flush in her cheeks deepens and flourishes to near red—a testament to the pleasure simmering beneath her skin.

My exact match.

I’ll never forget the silent part of her lips, the soundless cry she makes when I tug at the metal rod. How she arches against the leather, into me, how her body flinches in pleasure and pain.

I begin to voice my worries amidst heavy pants. “Leni—”

She interrupts me with a forceful kiss that carries an unprecedented sense of urgency. As if she’s worried I’ll back out.

Not if the entire realm was burning.

“I want to remember …” she pleads. “Every touch. Every sensation.”

I am only a mortal when I’m with her. Weak and sinful.

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