Page 46 of Whispers of the Water

The question took me back in time to our first kiss. He’d pulled me onto his lap and held me close, and he’d posed the same question then. It sent a sweet heat down my body and straight to my core, just as it had the first time.

Grinning, I held his searching gaze. “Always.”

He didn’t hesitate. His kiss was like pure ecstasy, and it made shivers erupt along my spine. His grip on the back of my head slid down my shoulder, along my back, and over my rear until he cupped me there and hoisted me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist, never breaking our heated kiss. His tongue parted my lips, and the minty taste of it grazing my own elicited a breathy moan from me. Need coursed through my veins, settling deep in between my thighs. I wanted more, craved more.

More kissing.

More touching.

More of his skin on mine.

My fingers tugged at his shirt in a silent plea to have him bare before me. He grinned against my mouth and walked us over to the expansive bed where he deposited me on the edge. My hungry eyes were glued to him as he stood in between my legs. He made quick work of removing his shirt, and while he did that, I gripped the waistband of his sweatpants and slid them down his toned thighs.

I wasn’t shy about looking over his deliciously naked body. I didn’t think I’d ever get tired of his tan, sculpted stomach, his broad, toned shoulders and biceps, or the deep V of his abdomen. He was seduction given physical form.

My mouth watered as my gaze roamed his hard length. He was long and thick and need made me want to open my mouth wide to taste him. And what was stopping me? If I made him burn with desire like he did me, he no doubt would be hungry for my touch.

My hands glided back up his muscular thighs and came to rest on either side of his swollen shaft. Looking from beneath my lashes, I met his lust-filled gaze. I leaned forward until my mouth hovered centimeters away from his cock, and I didn’t miss the twitch of longing there as my warm breath hit the head.

“I want to do what you did for me. Can I?” I asked.

“Hmm.” He bit his lips as he pretended to mull it over.

As I waited for his reply, he grabbed the hem of my sweatshirt and pulled it up and over my head. His golden eyes traced my bare skin, lingering on the swells of my breasts, which were still shielded by my bra. His finger trailed a fire along my collarbone, down my cleavage, along the fabric, and back up to my shoulder. My breath hitched in my throat as he reached around my back and unclasped the garment with one skilled hand. It slipped down my arms with his guidance and fell to the floor.

I sat, exposed and breathless, staring up at the stunning man to whom I’d gladly give my all. He looked back at me like I was a work of art that he was lucky enough to admire, and under the power of that amber gaze, that’s exactly how I felt.

Bold.

Beautiful.

A masterpiece.

Meeting my eyes again, he finally answered, “Always.”

Grinning, I leaned forward. Nerves spiraled around my stomach. I had absolutely no idea what I was doing, but I wanted to learn. I wanted him to guide me so that I could make him feel as good as he made me. Right now, worry tumbled around my thundering heart. What if I made a fool of myself by doing something wrong? Something more powerful than that fear burned brighter inside me, which pushed those anxieties down. Excitement. I desperately wanted to see the look on his face when I satisfied him the way he did me.

Without hesitating over uncertainty any longer, I slid my hands along his thighs again until I gripped his hard cock. I grazed my tongue over the tip of his swollen head, and his body jerked under my caress.

He groaned, and I glanced up to find him watching me with hooded eyes. “If you tease me like that, I’m not going to last very long.”

Smirking, I took the head and shaft into my mouth. His breathy sigh was enough to make my core throb with desire, and the sound urged me to keep going. I sucked, rubbed the slit of his head with my tongue, and stroked the base of his length with my hand. Spit dripped out of the corners of my lips as he pumped into my mouth, and it took effort to keep my fast pace. My mouth was full, too full, and just as my jaw began to ache and the need to take a break became too much, his head fell back, and he let out a deep groan. His hot, salty cum spilled into my throat, and I drank it in all-too-happy swallows.

I’d done that.

I’d brought him to the edge of a dizzying cliff, and he’d tumbled over it, falling into a sea of heated pleasure.

All because of me.

My skin was alive with what I’d done, and my heart hummed with love and pride as I looked up at him. He didn’t bother catching his breath. He cupped my cheeks gently, despite the need and urgency I felt beneath his surface, and his lips crushed against mine in a spellbinding kiss. His tongue parted my lips, seeking entrance, which I granted.

He guided me onto my back, trailing kisses along my jaw and neck before traveling lower. My skin electrified everywhere his lips pressed. Wet desire coated my core, and it only intensified when he gripped my leggings and panties, pulling both off together. My legs still dangled off the edge of the bed, and I watched in pure wonder as he got on his knees, spread my legs apart, and leaned his face in for the kill.

My back arched at the first swipe of his tongue over my sensitive clit, and a gasp rushed up from my lungs. He was relentless. Licking, coaxing, tasting me with unhindered fervor. My body was on fire, ignited by so much want. I fisted his hair, moving my hips against that deliciously wicked tongue of his. The tension built and built, turning from a simple flame into an all-out explosion as my orgasm climaxed. My legs shook on either side of his head, and I couldn’t hold back my moan under the blinding pleasure I felt in every fiber of my being.

Rune climbed back up my body until he had a hand on either side of my head. He licked his shining lips before smiling down at me. “Delicious.”

Breathless and still in a daze, I laughed and closed my eyes as Rune moved to clean us both with a rag. The exhaustion I’d felt after training came rushing back. A content, tired buzz weighed down my limbs, and within seconds, it blanketed my mind. Sleep pulled me under, enticing me with images of sweet kisses, warm arms, and a glittering crown.

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