Page 190 of A Dawn of Gods & Fury

His hot lips trail down my spine, all the way to the crevice of my backside, the hand that was roaming my breasts following his movements, splayed as it traces my curves downward, over my abdomen and my hips, until it lands at the delicate place at the apex of my thighs.

His fingers slip over my slick center before sinking deep inside my core.

“See? You can play games all day, but you can’t hide the truth from me here.” With a quick movement, my leg is suddenly thrown over his shoulder and his face is inches from where I want it buried.

My heartbeat quickens as I wait for that first stroke of his skilled tongue.

“Should we pause for the night? I wouldn’t want to be accused of stealing your much-needed sleep.”

“Tyree, if you do not put that busy tongue of yours to good use—” A moan sails from my lips, cutting off my words as he grants my request with a long, deliberate stroke, followed by another, and another.

I steal a glance down, to see his blue eyes dark and shiny, watching my reaction. So I spread my thighs wider, granting him better access.

He pauses, pulls back, his lips glistening. “You know, as intoxicating as my blood may have been for you once, I imagine tasting you is just as addictive for me now.”

“I wish I could still taste you,” I admit. Not because I want to feed off him, but because it was another way to be intimate, and right now I feel the compelling urge to be as close to Tyree as possible. I would climb into his skin if I could.

“You still can, just not in that way.” A wry smile touches his lips and then he leans forward, shuttering his eyes.

I tip my head back and cry out as his tongue sinks deep inside me.

With each stroke afterward, he plays my body like a skilled musician, drawing tension out like chords of a slowly building melody, until I’m writhing across the bed, my breasts heaving with each ragged breath, begging for him to end my agony.

He finally relents, his fingers joining his mouth to push me over the edge, his hair trapped within my fists as I buck against him, chasing the pleasure as it rolls through me.

I’ve barely come down when he flips me onto my stomach.

“I cannot be expected to return the favor in this position,” I murmur, my words garbled, my body sluggish.

“Soon, but not yet.” He settles on top of me, guiding my arms upward, holding some of his weight off me with his elbow. “I would last all of two seconds with those beautiful lips around my cock and then I would have to listen to you ridicule me all day tomorrow.”

“Your ego is big enough to handle a little teasing.”

“True. But I prefer my odds this way.” He nudges my leg upward with his own, bending it until I am open for him.

“You are so demanding sometimes …” I smile as I allow him to do as he wishes with my body.

Pushing my lengthy hair off to one side, he leans down and drags his teeth along my earlobe. “Do not worry, I will gladly help you to your knees for me later.” Slipping his free hand between us, he guides himself into me.

I sigh as my body welcomes him with ease, well prepared for the intrusion.

His fingers tangle through mine near the headboard. “Relax. Let me do all the work.”

“I don’t have much choice.” The way Tyree has me pinned down, I can barely move, and so I revel in the feel of his hips rolling as he thrusts at a slow and steady pace, his face buried in my neck.

“I’ve thought about this all day,” he whispers, teasing my skin with his tongue.

So have I, I answer in my head, unable to admit the truth out loud.

His body stills.

“Do not stop!” I demand in a breathy voice, angling my hips to push him deeper inside.

“Then do not grow quiet with me.”

“And what would you like me to say?”

“Whatever your heart urges you to.” Calloused fingertips pull back more of my hair. He grazes my ear with his teeth. “Do you still hate me?”

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