Page 56 of Oath of Rebellion

KNOX' BODY SHIFTED on top of hers, his legs pressing into the vee of her body that ached so much. It was a lust unlike any she'd ever experienced, a hundred times worse than ever before.

The man groaned and ground his hips down even as he cursed.

Clothes separated them, her dress hiked in the scuffle around her knees to give him enough room to straddle one of her legs. His other hand roved over her breasts, then dove lower to her mound.

It wasn't enough. She rocked her hips on his leg as he inched her dress up. His big hands on her wrists made her crave skin to skin contact.

"More," she groaned, tilting her neck so he could take all he wanted. He nipped at her neck as his fingers found the slit in her undergarments.

His fingers raked up and down as he whispered in her ear. "Dripping wet, I see. And the smell–Eirwyn, you're intoxicating. I need to taste you, princess. I'm going to release your hands, but leave them there, alright? Just let me feast."

She whimpered at his words, but then he was sliding down her body and pressing her knees wide. His face was so close to her, and she bit her lip.

She'd never done this either. Her partners had always gone in and let her call the shots. Now the tables were turned, and she was panting like a dog in heat.

His tongue licked up her slit, and her hips thrust as her eyes fluttered. It was like a spell washing over her, sending a jolt of energy and magic through her. Only there was no magic. It was just pure desire.

His tongue circled her clit, then he began to suck. A finger slid inside, and she gasped. A second finger slid in, then a third.

She was stretched wider than ever before, and it felt so good. She gripped her own wrists above her head and pushed her hips up into his mouth.

His free arm wrapped around her thigh and pressed down with his palm on her lower stomach, holding her in place. Then he feasted. The swirl of his tongue drove her higher and higher.

She felt like she was racing on the back of her horse. Standing on the roof of the castle as the wind blew through her hair. Ever closer to the edge like a runaway horse racing to the cliff.

Then she broke apart in his hands with a scream. Stars burst behind her eyelids and her magic flared. She imagined herself diving off the cliff and flying. His tongue slowed, and his fingers slowly slid from her body.

He licked her clit, making her legs twitch beneath him. Then he sat back on his haunches and stared down at her with a small smile.

"How was that?" he growled, stalking his way up her body and pinning her in place. He dipped his head, kissing her softly on the jaw and back to her ear.

"Divine," she panted. "Transcendent. Unparalleled."

He chuckled, the deep sound vibrating through them both where their torsos touched. She thrust her hips up and ground on his dick, somehow now locked safely in his pants.

"I'm glad I could return the favor, princess. But the storm is about to break, and we should get you inside. Don't want you to escape your brother only to fall prey to a common cold."

He backed away and offered her a hand. Shakily, she stood and brushed her skirt out. The aching need was no longer a raging inferno but only a steady fire now. Her entire body was inflamed, but she forced herself to take a deep breath and turn with him toward the door.

His hand on her elbow kept her grounded as he asked, "You sure you're not bothered by the horns?"

She leaned her head on his arm and linked their fingers. "I'm definitely hot and bothered by the horns and scales, Knox, but not in the way you keep asking about. I can't explain what came over me just now. I may sleep around, but I–I've really never done that before. I didn't know it was possible."

He chuckled and stopped in the doorway once more, his face relaxed. "I'm happy to have expanded your horizons, princess. I–I've never done that before either, so I'm glad I could satisfy you."

She grinned and tipped her head back, pulling their bodies closer. "Well, it was a great appetizer, but I'd still like to explore the main course soon, if you don't mind."

He laughed and wrapped an arm around her waist, tucking her to his side as they walked to the cottage. "It's a deal, as long as my issues don't bother you."

He waved a hand to his head, and Eirwyn shook her head, breathing in the deeply refreshing scent of him.

"What bothers me is that my brother tried to have me killed. Considering that, your scales and horns are simply fascinating."

He turned to look down at her, a faint flash of disbelief in his eyes. "Truly?"

She just nodded and reached up a hand to trace the scales. "Truly. I want to explore them, touch them. I could spend hours exploring you, and still not get enough."

The words hung in the air between them, and she held her breath. They had just come out of her mouth, but the truth of them settled in her soul.

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