Page 57 of Acedia

“Yes,” I agreed again, hooking my thumbs in the waistband and lifting my hips slightly to shimmy them down, bumping his nose as I did so. “Oh! I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Damen growled. “I’m hoping my face gets very well acquainted with this sweet pussy, Iris.”

“That sounds… very nice,” I stammered, allowing Damen to take over pulling my panties down my legs.

Pussy.

I hadn’t ever heard it called that before, but the way he said it sounded… sexy. Reverential and filthy all at once.

Once the fabric was out of the way, Damen made short work of settling himself between my thighs, hitching up my legs and encouraging me to drape them over his shoulders where they’d be out of the way.

My heart pounded in my chest at how exposed I was. How vulnerable. But that didn’t feel like a bad thing when I was with Damen. If anything, it heightened my desire.

I was vulnerable and I was at his mercy, and I had complete and utter faith that I was safe and taken care of.

“Iris…” Damen groaned, the claws of his thumbs oh-so-gently tracing the crease of my thighs. “How am I going to stay away from you?”

“You don’t have to.”

“I do, though,” he murmured, dipping his head and pressing his lips to one thigh, then the other. “I have no self-control where you’re concerned. A little would never be enough. I’d wanteverything.”

That also didn’t sound so bad. Maybe I’d been too hasty about the marriage proposal.

Before I could say as much, he was gently opening me up to him with his thumbs, and something that could only have been Damen’s tongue swiped my sensitive flesh.

I nearly jumped out of my skin. His mouth was hot and wet, and his tongue was rougher than I expected it to be—far rougher than mine was—and it wasgood. I’d certainly hoped this part would feel pleasant, but it was a hundred times more than that.

“Damen,” I gasped, my hands reflexively reaching for him and finding his horns. He groaned hoarsely as I secured my grip, not squeezing too hard but just… keeping him in place.

If he proposed to me after this, I was certain I’d say yes.

“That’s it, Iris. Hold on to me. I’m going to make you feel so good.”

I already felt wonderful, but Damen meant what he said. He got to work like pleasuring me was his sole purpose in life, moving his tongue in one direction, then another. Circling, teasing, applying more pressure. Every motion seemed to be a test—I couldfeelhis attention on me as he focused on myevery reaction, studying it and repeating whatever proved most effective.

“Ready to come?” he asked with absolute certainty, though based on my own silent fumblings in bed each night, I was pretty sure I wasn’t anywhere near that.

“You sound very sure I will,” I said instead, not wanting to upset him.

“Oh, I am. Do youwantto come now?”

“Yes, please.” I was never going to say no to that—it was the best stress relief in the world.

“Then lie back and let me work,” Damen replied cockily. And while I’d beenawarehe’d been studying, I hadn’t appreciated just how closely.

With just a few movements of that clever tongue, I was gasping and trembling, desperate for release though he kept me hovering right on the edge until I felt like I’d die without the release. His pointed teeth lightly scraped my skin as he sucked on my sensitive nerves, and I was done. I came with a pleading strangled sound I’d never made in my life, the desire coursing through my body so strong I felt as though I’d choke on it.

“Iris…” Damen growled, prying my thighs apart. I hadn’t realized I’d been clenching them around his head, the smooth underside of his horns pressing against my skin. “You are exquisite.”

That was... wow. I’d brought myself pleasure before but it had never been like that. There was always an underlying tension whenever I did it—was I being too loud? Was this something I should be doing at all? All of those inhibitions had disappeared with Damen.

He made me feel so incredibly safe in all things, but this in particular.

“You’re incredible,” he murmured. “You’redelicious.”

His teeth scraped lightly over my hip as he moved up my body, but I was too languid to react.

“You’reincredible,” I slurred, panting like I’d been running. What did penetrative sex feel like? If it was half as good as that, then I’d been underestimating it all these years.

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