Page 136 of An Empress of Fire & Steel

That was the last part of clothing that separated them fully, that separated Emara from her darkest desires. It was the last part of what he could take off before he took her into his mouth. The tips of his fingers pulled the lingerie down her thighs, brushing past her knees as Torin Blacksteel removed her underwear completely.

Emara had no idea where he dropped the underwear, but by that point, she didn’t really care. He lowered his head between her thighs. A deep breath left her as he kissed the top of her pubic bone, an area that she had never really thought of until Torin’s lips grazed over it, making it tingle all over.

The centre of her swelled and she knew before he even touched her, she was drowning. Drowning in his touch, his kiss, his intensity. Her core tightened as he kissed down further until he reached her centre. The buzzing in her head had not dulled, it had magnified, and all she could hear were the desperate pants of her breath. His large hand sailed up her navel, holding her stomach, pinning her down. And he was right to do so as he took his wicked tongue and drove it into the middle of her heat.

Her hips bucked against him as unspeakable pleasure rippled through her body with just one stroke. One stroke that turned into two and three—possibly four, but Emara was too dizzied by the pleasure to count. His tongue caressed her intimate flesh again, this time circling and looping around the bundles of nerves that threatened to implode any minute. The sweet ache in her core craved more, much more. She wanted to feel him inside of her.

“I want you.” She panted. “Now.”

He denied her of it as he licked through the nerves of her flesh.

She cried out, her head twisting to one side, a moan on her lips. The muscles around her spine were tingling and throbbing and so was her core as he worked his tongue on her, picking up the pace, her hips writhing along with it. Anticipating what her body would do, he kept one hand pinned on her belly as he slid a finger inside her. Emara’s spine curled against the bed and she had to grip the sheets to hold on to something, anything.

She found his silky hair with her hand and as she gripped it, that only seemed to spur him on more. Nothing about the pace of his kissing and sucking was delicate against her, it was hasty and animalistic, like he couldn’t get enough.

And that’s when she realised it would never really be anything else between them. It would always be this intense. It would always be this melting inferno of desire.

He introduced a finger again, sliding it in with ease as he nipped at her centre gently.

Emara cried out.

Oh Gods, she knew this feeling. She had felt it only once before and it was because of Torin that time too.

Adding in a second finger, stretching her, she felt a sting that lasted for only a second before it was wiped away by the pulsing pleasure of both of his fingers inside of her. He sucked again as he thrust two fingers in and out of her, and she called out his name, begging for this delightful torment to become something more.

She wanted more. She needed more.

He pumped his fingers, picking up the pace, and in one final, deep stroke with his wicked tongue, he flicked the bundle of nerves at the apex of her centre.

A burst of tension shattered in her core and around his fingers. Emara had no idea what she cried out this time, it could have been for the Gods or him, she couldn’t hear it. Her body arched, feeling the tension coil, break, and then scatter around every part of her. Her eyes squeezed shut to cope with the explicit tremor that ran up her core and her head craned back against the mattress. The floodgates of release broke over her body, turning her bones to liquid once again.

She had no time to recover as Torin’s mouth claimed hers and he repositioned her up the bed, lifting and moving her with ease. “You tasted better than I could have ever imagined in my wildest dreams, angel.” He kissed her cheek and down to her ear lobe. “I could have tasted you all night. But I need to know what it’s like to be inside you.”

Taking a deep, much-needed breath, she pulled him against her again. The weight of his body coming down on her was a pleasure that she hadn’t known existed.

He kissed her and then dragged her swollen lip between his teeth. “I want you to be mine,” he said as her lip finally fell free of his grip. “Say you’re mine.”

There was something so pure in his eyes, something so much more than hunger and sexual desire. It caused her heart to throb for him. It was something deep that connected them to the stars and the moon and every galaxy beyond theirs. It was something infinite.

“I am yours.” The words drifted through the kingdom.

He kissed her again, his fiery mouth still smiling as his tongue stroked hers. When he pulled back, he smoothed her hair away from her face. “If I hurt you,” he whispered, “tell me to stop.”

“You won’t,” she whispered back against the cracking of the fire. “I trust you.”

It was then he moved between her legs. His arms came over, pinning her underneath him.

She was safe here.

She was always safe with Torin.

Her heart fluttered as he looked down at her.

“Promise me you will tell me?” he asked her.

She nodded once and he kissed her, so gently that she almost couldn’t feel him. It felt like a mellow summer breeze and velvet against her lips. His scent of frozen berries and fresh pine swirled around her, imprinting on her skin.

He positioned himself so that she could feel his hard length find its way to her entrance. Torin moved, rolling his hips tenderly, and angled himself. She felt a sharp ache and he moved inside her, stretching her.

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