Page 99 of Song of the Dark Wood

“You’re so soft—every part of you,” he murmured as his tongue laved over one of her nipples.

She cried out in surprise, and he chuckled against her skin. She was losing control, and all the power she’d felt before seemed to have transferred to Conor. She could not have that. Not when she was so close.

She hiked her legs up around his hips and rolled so that she was on top. Conor stared at her in stunned admiration, but she was unsure what to do with the position change. She leaned forward and kissed him, letting one hand roam down his bare chest as he groaned into her mouth.

“Tell me what to do,” she whispered.

“Rowan, don’t rush. We have to go slow. I want it to feel good for you, which means we need to slow down so I can get you ready.”

She knew what he meant in theory from her years of learning about the Wolf’s appetites, but she felt suddenly self-conscious. She unbuttoned his pants tentatively.

“Do you want me to?—”

Conor grabbed her wrist. “I would love that, but this isn’t about me, lass. This is your first time, so why don’t you let me steer?”

She bit her lip and nodded.

“As appealing as this position is to me because you look incredible, it doesn’t work for what I want to do,” he said.

“What…what do you want to do?” she asked.

“I want to do what I did in the greenhouse,” he said, letting his fingers trail up and down her side in a mesmerizingly soothing pattern.

She tried not to look too eager as he flipped her onto her back and sat back on his heels. Her skin heated under his gaze. He’d seen parts of her before, but never all of her naked at once.

“Are you okay?” Conor asked.

She nodded. “Just nervous.”

“Don’t be. I’m going to be as gentle as I can.”

“And if I don’t want you to?” she challenged.

Conor scrubbed a hand over his face. “Mother slay me, Rowan. Are you trying to kill me?”

She froze.How does he know?

He laughed and shook his head, and she let out a shaky breath.

Before she had a chance to calm her hammering heart, Conor kissed up from the inside of her knee with a patience that was both wonderful and maddening. By the time he reached the apex of her thighs, the anticipation stole her breath.

Just like before, she squirmed under his touch. He was so attentive to her every whimper and moan, so expert with his mouth, that her mind emptied of every thought. She couldn’t tell if she wanted to run toward or away from the sensations building in her body.

She tried to ground herself by glancing at the dagger on the sheets beside her but was instantly distracted by the wet glide of his tongue. It was only moments before she couldn’t stop bucking her hips in rhythm with his movements. She was so close to release that she almost cried when he drew away.

Conor chuckled at her discontented whimper. “Relax, I’m going to keep going. I know you’re close. I just wanted to use my fingers to warm you up a little more. Is that okay?”

Rowan nodded, her mouth too dry from panting to speak.

He kissed her as one of his fingers slid inside her. She moaned, her head falling back against the bed. The competing sensations of his finger and his mouth were almost too much. He played her as expertly as he played the piano.

“Conor,” she whimpered.

His name on her lips was enough to send him into a frenzy. He pumped his fingers faster as her muscles drew taut with pleasure.

“Please,” she begged in between sounds of utter nonsense. Suddenly the tension snapped, and she felt suspended in time as she fell apart.

Conor didn’t stop moving until she settled back to the bed, feeling boneless and satisfied. He kissed her inner thigh and then her hip, slowly making his way back up her body until he found her lips.

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