Page 67 of The Duke and the Disciple

“And for yourself,” Rahn said, his eyes lingering a moment longer before his head disappeared between her legs.

He wasted no time, finding his place again with ease. He took her swollen flesh between his teeth, and she whimpered in pleasure. His soft laugh against her core told her she’d done well, that there was no shame in adding voice to what her body was feeling... that he wanted to hear her. So when he did it again, Aesylt dug her hands to the wooden desk, lifted her hips against his face, and moaned into the cool air.

His hands massaged her outer thighs as he held them in place, his mouth focused solely on what sent all the light in the sky into sharp relief.We’re studying the stars after all. Her nails slid between the lines in the wood, digging new grooves.

Her thighs trembled. She bared down, grating her heels down his back with short, stunted breaths as her body began the transition to the end. She was on fire, from the inside out and the outside in, and there was only one way to quench it.

It hit her like a moving wall. Aesylt threw her head back with a silent, wide-mouthed cry, no longer thinking about her shaking legs or anything except the way he’d latched on, riding out her climax with her.

Aesylt slid back down against the table. Her legs sagged down his arms, but he gently lifted them and settled them on the desk. She glanced up just as he licked his lips, the briefest, sexiest indulgence before he wiped his face on his sleeve.

Rahn helped her to her feet. He had to steady her another moment when her knees buckled, but she smiled weakly to show him she was fine. “Was it...”

She lifted onto her toes to kiss him, the only way she knew to answer his question. His exhale passed into her as she skated her tongue along his, tasting herself. It was sweeter than she’d imagined, and she wondered how it would compare to his seed, a thought that had her ready to push him up onto the desk and mount him like a stallion. Ladder be damned.

Rahn broke the kiss with a reluctant grin, tucking stray hair behind her ears with both hands before turning and taking a deep breath. “Good.”

Rahn closed his eyes. He flexed his hands. He rolled his shoulders. He silently recited the words to one of the tedious old litanies of the Rhiagains, word by word.

Nothing restored his focus.

He stared out the circular window revealing rain so thick, he couldn’t see the mountains. It was loud enough to overcome any sounds from behind him. Aesylt was at her desk making her own notes, he could only assume, but he couldn’t turn to verify. He might never be able to look her in the eyes again. Definitely not when he was nursing an erection so swollen, it filled his thoughts with alarming images of perfectly ripe tomatoes bursting.

He licked his lips but that, too, was a mistake.

First evidence of physical response was raised flesh on the female’s upper thighs. Male notes this elicited a physical response of his own.Rahn tapped the feather of the quill against his head. Adjusted his spectacles higher on his nose.

Gather yourself, Adrahn.

His eyes shifted back toward the rainstorm. He could just make out the hazy outlines of the conifers and, maybe, if he watched long enough, the distant traces of the Northerland Range. What he’d never see in those conditions was the sky. But?—

Rahn’s chair slid. It screeched across stone, the culprit a red-cheeked Aesylt who stole his gaze and held it as she crawled under the desk.

“Aesylt, what are you doing?” He held his hands up and out, unsure what to do with them.

Grinning, she tugged on one leg of his chair, straining as she tried to pull him into place. He didn’t know what else to do, so he helped her.

Rahn stared at her, resting on her heels between his parted legs, with a devious look. His head shook—and kept shaking, as he realized her intention.

“I finished my notes.” She twisted her hair from the front and let it fall down her back. “I’ve never done this before either, but with a little guidance from you, I believe I can manage.”

“I haven’t...” Rahn swallowed. He shifted in the chair, but there was no hiding the bulge. She was staring right at it. “Finished mine.”

She waved a hand. “Go on then.”

Rahn stared at her, bewildered. It had been in the back of his mind that they couldn’t climb the next rung without finishing the one they were on, but he wasn’t in a hurry either. The longer he delayed the inevitable, the longer he could convince himself he hadn’t gone too far.

Aesylt drew a deep breath, held it, stretched a tentative hand out, and rested it on his buckle. She started to unhook it but struggled, and Rahn found himself leaning down and gently taking her other hand, joining it to the one on his belt. She gazed up at him, wide-eyed and eager, and he had to look away.

She wrenched his belt free and slowly unbuttoned his trousers, yanking until he lifted off the chair to let her slide them the rest of the way off. She went for his shorts next, and then those were off, and his cock sprung free, turning her eyes to saucers again. The slide of his tongue over her came crashing forward in his mind. How wet she’d been, how perfectly ready for the next rung. A bead of precum rolled down his shaft.

“And another with me,” she whispered as she exhaled.

Rahn clamped his hands to the chair arms when Aesylt took him in her hand. Both hands, wrapping around him to form a knot. She breathed out, tendrils of it passing over his sensitive head. It occurred to him he should stop her, but the time for that had been before he’d helped his favorite researcher come all over his face.

Aesylt’s tongue flitted against his head, sending Rahn jerking upward, one of his knees banging the wood. He gripped the chair tighter, burrowing his feet to the tips of his boots when her mouth spread wider, her tongue traveling down from his head and her lips dragging his shaft. Breath shuddering, he chanced a look down to see her mouth was spread so wide, it was nearly cracking at the corners.

She withdrew with a light pop. “You don’t have to stop writing.”

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