Page 85 of Of Blood & Stone

He nipped her bottom lip. “So eager, are we?”

His groin ached at how her brows dipped, the way she nodded her head feverishly. But it was too soon to fill her. He wanted to take his godsdamn time with this woman, something he hadn’t desired in many years.

“What about whatIwant, Sylzenya?” he teased, grinding his length against her.

She whimpered, clutching his neck with her fingers. “Isn’t that what most men want?”

He smiled against her mouth. “Do you trust me?”

Her body stilled, breaths brushing along his lips.

“Yes,” she whispered, “I do.”

Desire rushed through his muscles as he carried her to his bed. Gently, he lay on his back, Sylzenya straddling him, her tits spilling against her robe, begging to be released and covered by his tongue.

But he would do that soon enough.

“Sit on my face,” he instructed.

Her eyes widened, color rushing to her cheeks.

“That Dynami you fucked really didn’t know much, did he?”

She shook her head, a smile peeling across her lips as her throat bobbed.

“Are you sure?” she questioned, “Because you don’t have to do that for me.”

“Sylzenya,” he sat up on his elbows, stroking his thumb along the bottom of her lip, “I think you know by now I’m a rather selfish man, and so anything I ask of you, no matter how charitable it may sound,alwaysbenefits me.”

Her chest heaved, those perfect tits flushed with color as her lips parted. She was hesitant, believed it was a sacrifice on his part to pleasure her. Oh, but how wrong she was. Her pleasure was his, and he needed to make it clear just how badly he needed it.

“I want to taste you,” he whispered, “Sosit on my face.”

Crawling, she spread her legs, revealing her perfect dripping cunt. He groaned, grabbing her hips and lowering her down. In one languid motion he ran his tongue along her swollen skin; the way she moaned his name was somehow even sweeter than her taste.

He’d almost decided to not live to see this day; not live a life where he would meet this woman who, despite all their differences, understood the pain of life, and yet lived it anyways. A woman whose tenacity and compassion for others had bolstered his own, someone he could speak to freely and trust with his deepest secrets.

Yet another reason to thank Orym for that day at the cliffside.

With every lick, every stroke on her throbbing lips, he felt each painful memory of his distant past disappear, replaced with her warm skin, heated breaths, and soft hair. Need stoked into unrelenting desire. Running his tongue back and forth, he circled that small, swollen part of her, his hands wandering up her silk robe and finding her full breasts.

Gods help me.

Her cries took him away from the scars seared into his back, as if every word she spoke and touch of her body healed parts of himself.

“Please,” she whimpered, “Elnok,please. I need you.”

Her words undid him. Spreading her quivering legs, he slid underneath her. Her hands fumbled for his pants then she dragged them off his hips, his hard cock standing upright. She gripped him, slowly sliding her hand up and down his shaft, sending a moan out of his lips.

“Can I?” she asked, licking her lips.

Elnok gulped. “Is that what you want?”

She nodded. “Tell me how.”

Realization thrummed through his chest—she’d been intimate before, but she’d never donethisbefore. But he could tell by her determined gaze she meant what she said—she wanted his cock in her mouth. And godsdamn him, if that didn’t make him pulse in her grip.

“You can start slow,” he instructed, voice low, “Licking, exploring, and when you’re comfortable, you can take as much of me as you want.”

---