Page 184 of Of Nine So Bold

“Th-they—” Gods help me. “They’d say how they liked my, um… my breasts?”

His other hand slid across my abdomen and up beneath my blouse. But his motions weren’t quick or rushed. No, he guided his palm along my torso like an explorer mapping every inch of my skin, until at last his fingertips traced over the curve of my left breast.

My nipple hardened, and I whimpered with need.

He made a pleased sound. “And would they say these gorgeous peaks are more beautiful than any mountain? That you are all they want to come back home to every day?”

Any attempt I could have made at a response was lost as his hands began working in tandem, his finger crooking inside me while his other hand tightened around my breast and pinched my nipple tightly. Staring down at him, I couldn’t even find words to plead for release.

He watched my desperation intently, a red-haired devil with eyes like dark emeralds. His gaze lingered on my face like he was drinking in what he did to me, before tracing over my body again like he was noting every reaction. “And tell me, princess. Would they taste you?”

I nodded. “Y-yes.”

Humming thoughtfully, he leaned closer. His tongue slipped between my folds once. Twice.

A groan escaped him. “Would they say that the nectar of the gods could never taste as good as you?”

Without waiting for my response, he returned to my core like a man possessed. Fervently, his tongue delved between my folds, flicking and licking at my sensitive flesh while his hands and fingers never stopped their movements.

I gripped the shelf so hard, I felt the wood crack. Pleasure coiled hot and tingling between my legs, nearly stealing my balance. My head fell back against the bookcase while my hipsrocked into him over and over, totally out of my control. “Ohgods, Byron…”

A cry left me as I came, my core clenching around his fingers. Keeping up his motions, he didn’t stop until I sagged against him, my body shuddering with the aftermath of my orgasm.

“You…” I swallowed hard, trying to find my voice. “You’re a quick study.”

He looked up at me, his face wet with my slick, and he grinned. “I’ve always been a good student.”

Breathlessly, I laughed. “I’ll say.”

His grin turned hungrier. Rising to his feet, he kissed me, the taste of my release on his lips.

And gods, that was arousing.

He drew back again. “I need you, Gwyneira. I’ve needed you my whole life, and I was just enough of a fool to think I could live without you.”

My heart tumbled over itself. “You have me.”

“Not yet.” His grin returned. “May we see how long I can last in that intoxicating cunt of yours, my treluria?”

I managed a nod, my clit throbbing with desire. “Please.”

Swiftly, he shucked his breeches. Taking my hips, he hefted me up like I weighed nothing, hoisting me above his cock.

My legs wrapped him on instinct. Between my thighs, I could see his length, thick and veined, ready to enter me. Shivers of need went through my core as his tip hovered at my entrance.

When I looked back up, wonder filled his eyes. “Gods, I love you,” he whispered.

I started to respond, only to cut off with a choked gasp when he lowered me down and my pussy stretched around his thick cock.

He froze, tension flashing over his face. “Are you okay?”

I nodded fast. “Yes.” Wiggling my hips, I tried to take more of him. “More, please.Please.”

Chuckling, he smiled. “Greedy girl. What was that about going slow?” He sank in deeper and groaned. “Fuck…”

“Yes,” I begged. “That. Now.”

A huff of amusement left him, but when I succeeded in pushing my pussy farther down, it quickly turned into another groan. “Berinlian save me.”

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