Page 102 of Primal Mirror

Had she screamed at the end? Had he kissed her to capture the sound? It was hazy, her brain blurred with the sensations erotic and more extraordinary than she could’ve ever imagined. Because, unlike the videos she’d watched to teach herself about the intricacies of sexual intimacy, it hadn’t been about just the body. She hadn’t understood that until he touched her with such care, until he took such care with her.

Remi Denier had ruined her. She’d crave him to the end of her days.

“I wanted to see you,” she said, turning into him, greedy and needy and unashamed about it—because it was him.

Taking her hand, he brought it to his body. “Oh, that was only the first act.”

She gasped as her hand met the hard, warm ridge of his arousal. He was naked.

Heat rolling over her in a luxuriant wave, she glanced down. Her hand looked small and fine against the veined thickness of him, and she found herself thinking about what he’d said at the end. About her mouth.

Her stomach clenched. She’d never even considered she might want to do the act he’d described, but now…

She looked up at him. “Can I? What you said. With my mouth.”

Claws against her skin as he stroked her back. “Zero to a hundred,” he said, his purr more of a growl now—but intermingled within was laughter affectionate and intimate.

She nuzzled his throat as he’d done her, felt him smile.

“You know your limits, Cupcake?” That clawed hand curling around her throat. “Hmm?”

“No,” she admitted, that pet name making her all warm and silly and happy inside. “That’s why I have to trust you to stop me if I push it too far.”

He kissed her, hard and deep and with such possessiveness that her inner muscles clenched again. They felt a little bruised, but in a good way. A delicious hurt. And that without him ever being inside her. She didn’t know what would happen to her when he pushed his thickness inside her.

The idea made her squeeze her thighs together, the pressure exquisite.

“You are such a sexy bite of woman.” He nipped at her lower lip. “And I do want to see this luscious mouth of yours on me. But I want to lick you to pleasure first. And even if it’s physically safe, you’re not ready.”

Auden trusted his judgment—and given how hard she’d orgasmed after what they’d just done, she wasn’t sure she’d survive the intimacy of his mouth on her most private flesh.

“Please,” she begged, stroking her hand over him. “I really want to try.” Her mouth watered, her breasts aching. “Remi.”

A groan before he put his hand on her shoulder and pushed gently down. But before she could move, he reached behind her to release her hair from its bun. “I need something to hold,” he said on a growl. “So I can show you how to move your pretty mouth on me.”

Her heart was a drum, her entire body electrified.

This time, he didn’t stop her…but he did have his hand in her hair. He didn’t push her when she just looked at him, stroking him with one hand. His thigh muscles had gone rock-hard, however, his breathing jagged.

It did things to her that she could affect him as much as he affected her.

He was so hot and hard in her hand that she felt like she could stroke him forever, but she got a tug on her hair now, a sign that her wild lover didn’t have endless patience.

It made her even wetter, hotter.

Dipping her head, she closed her mouth over the tip of him. His hand fisted in her hair, his body rigid. “Fuck.” A low growl.

Confidence in her blood now, she drew him deeper and sucked a little. She knew she had zero technique, and no idea what she was doing, but he did what he’d said—he directed her. And she loved it.

Hands on his thighs, she found herself coaxed into a stroking motion with her mouth. Still shallow, nothing forceful, letting her get used to him. And oh, she liked it. Loved being able to give him intimate pleasure, loved the scent of him, the feel of him.

“Fuck,” he gritted out again, his hand tight in her hair. “I’m going to come. In your mouth or on your breasts, those are your choices.”

Auden’s brain hazed again.

Lifting her mouth, she said, “Breasts,” even though she wasn’t conscious of making a decision.

Wet heat on her flesh, the intimacy of it searing.

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