Page 60 of Obsidian Prince

Liliana moaned, “Yes.”

While his hands continued massaging in a way that made her arch her back to press herself into him, his hot mouth closed over her nipple, tongue stroking, and swirling.

She cradled his head to her chest for a moment, glorying in the wet heat, but wanting more.

When she couldn’t stand it anymore, she took one of his big hands in hers. She pulled it down from her breast, guiding his long fingers to the very wet panties between her legs.

“There. Touch me there.”

He chuckled again. “I can see I will never have to guess what you want.” He pushed his other hand down her back, sliding it under her panties and her bottom. He lifted her full weight in one hand so he could use the other to pull the bit of black lace down. When he set her back down, her bare cheeks touched cold granite countertop.

He slipped her panties over her ribbon-wrapped calves, stepping back to get the cloth off both feet, but keeping one hand on her hip to stabilize her on the counter’s edge.

After he tossed the panties aside, not even looking where they went, his gaze fell hot and hard on her. His hands scorched her skin, one on the outside of her thigh, the other on her knee, thumb stroking her inner thigh in a tiny caress that felt like an electric connection to her center.

He stopped moving.

She opened all her eyes to see him staring at her.

In his mind was only her. She sat on his kitchen counter, naked but for her ballet slippers and a lacey scrap of bra that held her breasts high. Her disheveled hair curled thick to frame her elfin face. Jewels sparkled in that silken dark cloud nearly as bright as her many-colored eyes. His soul glowed with something so intense, it made the red desire shade white hot at the center. “You are so beautiful.”

She smiled, giving him back his own words. “I think that was my line.”

He laughed, a full brilliant smile of unsuppressed joy brightening his face and his soul. Then his grin turned mischievous, his dark eyes sparkled in the moonlight, and he came close again.

She expected another kiss, but he dropped to his knees. She got her kiss, just not where she expected it. “Oh!” She clung to his head as his tongue speared into her, licking and stroking, just as it had her mouth.

“Unh.” She made that sound like someone knocked the breath out of her. “Yes,” she whispered. “Yes.” She shuddered to her toes.

He licked into her, his hands pushing her legs more open, thumbs stroking her inner thighs, closer and closer. One thumb finally stroked through her thick curly hair to find the most sensitive part of her.

Her body jerked as his strong thumb stroked across that nub, his tongue buried in her.

“Yes,” she almost sobbed.

He licked up from inside her and stroked over that nub with his tongue. Then back to stroking her wet clitoris with his thumb while his thick tongue pushed inside her.

She leaned back on her hands, braced her heels against the cabinet doors below her. Her hips rocked without conscious thought. “More.” She whimpered softly, not even sure what she wanted more of. This just wasn’t quite enough.

His thumb and tongue never stopped alternating their assault on her clitoris, but his other hand stroked in. A single long finger slowly sank into her very wet sex.

She dropped back to leaning on her elbows on his kitchen island, knocking off a small appliance of some sort. It fell with a loud crash they both ignored. She pushed her sex forward, rubbing against his face. “More!” She lost herself in sensation that was magnificent and intense.

Almost, almost.

He sank another long, thick finger into her, and she screamed.

Warmth converged from her thighs into her center before exploding. Her hips arched up off the counter, bucking against his hands and face. Her body squeezed his fingers. Her belly muscles tightened in spasmodic rhythm. Electric, pulsing fire licked up every inch of her skin. Her nipples ached. Her fingers grabbed white-knuckled onto the edge of the counter as her body shook.

Alexander’s tongue stroked her clit, chasing her as she jerked. His fingers plunged slowly in and out. His other hand held tight to her hip to keep up with her bucking body.

The sensation went on for long seconds as she whimpered with the intensity. She never, ever wanted it to stop. Her shuddering finally slowed, the intensity of his tongue becoming almost too much.

Still, she wanted so much more.

She sat up with a soft growl and pulled his head up from her body by the ears.

He was laughing at her. That shark smile lit his face and his sparkling soul lit her third vision.

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