Page 110 of Ulune's Daughter

“Then tonight, let me pleasure you without doing anything you’ll regret.”

What idiot would say no to that?

This idiot.

Whose inner submissive is flinching nearly out of my skin.

“That sounds very one-sided,” I demur.

He smiles and rubs his nose and then his chin against mine. Scent-marking me, I think. “I won’t object if you return the favor after you’ve resolved things with him.”

That satisfies my inner submissive. “Okay.”

He shifts, holding himself over me on one forearm, and cups my face with his other hand. “Kellan, this is only the first of our nights together. We’ll have the chance to do everything we desire.” He dips in for a gentle kiss. “I look forward to pleasuring you many times, in many ways.” Another kiss, this one savage. “And to you discovering everything that makes me howl.”

His phrasing pulls a soft chuckle out of me. I wind my arms around his strong neck. “Better.”

“Let me take away your worries. They’ll still be there in the morning. For now, put them aside. Forget. Find solace with me.”

Better and better. “Yes, please.”

He smiles, teeth glinting in the room’s dim light. “I like it when you say ‘please’. Let me see what other ‘pleases’ I can wring out of you.”

I return his smile and watch wide-eyed as he slides down my body. He folds my arms to the side, one after another, placing my hands on the pillow beneath my head, then pushes my pajama shirt up, turning the fabric so my arms are trapped. I haven’t worn a bra beneath my pajamas. He blows a warm breath across my breasts. I shiver as my nipples tighten.

He laves my nipples with a rough tongue, one after the other. Goosebumps tighten my skin; heat curls in my belly. It’s almost abrasion play, with how sandpapery his tongue is. It draws a soft moan out of me.

He lifts his head. “You like my Cait tongue. I knew you would. Wait until you feel it on your button.”

I laugh, a little breathlessly. “My button?”

“Mmm.” He licks and sucks. “Your lady button.”

“No.” I giggle.

“Your darling pleasure bud.”

“No, absolutely, positively no.”

Lawson chuckles and rasps the skin between my breasts. He runs his hands down my torso, teasing and tickling with the tips of his claws. “Can I bleed you a little, my beautiful mate? This is the only time I’ll ask. If you change your mind later, I will abide by what you tell me, but I will only ask once. Then I take.”

My eyes roll back. He’s plucking these words right out of the darkest corners of my heart. “Yes, yes, please.”

He strokes a claw along the underside of my breast, leaving a burning line. “Beg more. ‘Please, please, Law, bleed me’.”

Benighted Mother. I shudder under him. “Please,” I whisper. “Please, Lawson, bleed me.”

He dips his head, abrading the skin he’s scored. He sucks the soft skin into his mouth, then bites down.

I shriek, my back bowing off the bed.

He chuckles around his mouthful, gnawing, nipping, then laving softly as he releases my skin.

“You are delicious,” he murmurs. “The sweetest meat I’ve ever tasted. Let me devour you, Kellan.”

I nod frantically, my hands vibrating with the effort of keeping them still, not grabbing his head and pushing it down to where I want him most.

He finds his own way there. Slowly, leisurely, lapping and tasting, scratching and sucking, he works his way down. He takes out my belly-button piercing and nips all around the rim, tickling into the hole with the furled tip of his tongue.

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