Page 26 of The Mirror in the Mountain

A blanket of darkness covered it, cushioning us as I brought my lips to her neck.

Estelle gasped. “You’re?—”

“Celestial too? Don’t act so surprised, Princess.”

She sighed as I hungrily worked my way down her chest. If the taste of her skin was this intoxicating…

I wanted to devour her. To taste every single inch of her. And to take my time doing so.

Her hips lifted, and I answered instinctually, moving against her. She let out a moan that rearranged something vital within me.

Suddenly I was desperate to get her to make that sound again.

“Tell me you want this,” I rasped, grinding my almost-painful hardness against her. “Tell me you want me,anima.”

Estelle’s eyes met mine, something almost fearful behind that lust-fogged gaze.

“I—I want to believe you,” she whispered.

I pulled down the neckline of her gown, drawing her peaked nipple into my mouth. She gasped and I grinned, before doing the same to the other.

“Not good enough,” I murmured, hearing her sharp inhale as the warmth of my breath fanned across her breast. “If you accept the bond though, you know you’ll be able to sense my intentions.”

“And be bound to you for eternity,” she added disdainfully, even as her fingers threaded into my hair.

Strands of darkness lifted her dress, baring her to me. The smallest scrap of lace covered her, and I worked my way down to it hungrily, kissing and tasting a path down her stomach. Finally, I reached my goal, placing an open mouth kiss against the warm lace that made her hips jerk.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” I drawled against her, delighting at the way she squirmed—her hips unconsciously moving toward my face.

“I’m just...not sure…what I?—”

I moved back, looking up at her. “Do you want me to stop?”

Slowly, she shook her head. “No.”

I hooked my fingers under the lace lining either side of her hips, then pulled it down, exposing her to me entirely. Our eyes met just before I slowly licked up her slit, groaning at her taste before doing it again. Her head fell back with a guttural moan.

“Tell me what you want,” I said, as one finger slid inside her teasingly, then another as she clenched around me. Gods, she was so wet, so tight?—

“I don’t know…what I…”

“Yes, you do,” I insisted. My tongue found her center, and her hips bucked as I lazily circled that sensitive bud.

“Adrian—”

I jolted at the sweet sound of my name on her lips—it was the first time she had deigned to say it. I resisted the urge to beg herto say it again, even though I knew I could spend the rest of my life trying to get her to say itexactlylike that.

“Yes, Princess?”

“More…more of that.”

I smiled, then obeyed. My fingers curled beckoningly as I pressed down harder with my tongue with each movement. She writhed against me, and I hardened further at the thought of that responsiveness once I was inside her.

My tongue pushed down, and she came apart, gasping as shudders ran through her body. I kept going, my fingers still moving inside of her as she clenched around me, drawing out every shiver of pleasure before she went limp and sated.

I pressed a kiss against her inner thigh. Estelle’s eyes opened, and she gave me an almost shy smile before leaning toward me. Her lips brushed mine, then she deepened the kiss, her tongue chasing the taste of her pleasure.

Her hand pressed firmly on my chest, then she pushed me back against my darkness, impatiently yanking down my pants before straddling my thighs. I swore under my breath as her hand wrapped around my length, my hips involuntarily bucking against her grip.

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