Page 75 of Shadow's Heart

He kissed her thigh, grinding his shaft against the bed. “Nothing.”

“Have I done something wrong?”

“No!” He raised his head, brows drawn. “You’re . . .no.”

Ah. “It’s different with me, isn’t it?” His hands had shaken when he’d touched her, and evenshehad sensed the magic in the air. After thousands of years feeling one way, the sorcerer now dealt with a new experience—and it was spooking him. “It’s okay. We’ll figure it out as we go.” And so far everything was marching along to her plan. . . .

“Figure out what? The next step is clear,” he said, his manner businesslike. Trying to make this encounter similar to all the others? “You’re ready. I need inside you.” He rose up between her thighs and fisted his swollen length.

“I’m not ready for sex.” They weren’t in the presence of the divine. Not yet. And she wouldn’t settle for mere intercourse for her first time. Mina had made herself a promise about this. If she couldn’t keep a promise to herself, how could she keep them with others? “But that doesn’t mean we can’t continue to break new ground.” She yearned to explore other acts she’d witnessed.

A flare of interest lit his gaze. “I’m listening.”

“I want to reciprocate. Unfortunately, I won’t be very skillful—not like you were with your kiss. You must have practiced on a million females. I can tell.”

“Thanks?”

She sighed. “I’m not saying the right things.Sexythings. Pleasure has confounded me.”

His gaze softened. “Good.”

“So you didn’t deny it when I guessed you’d had a million lovers?”

“Princess,” he said warningly.

“Very well. Trade places with me? And I’ll stumble through what I can.”

Expression filled with curiosity, he allowed her to steer him until he reclined on his back.

Primed from her orgasm, her senses felt even more alive. Inhaling his mouthwatering scent, she let her gaze roam from his golden eyes . . . to the muscles of his rippling torso . . . to the pulses of his magnificent rod.

Filled with life, his length pointed toward his heart. In a trance, her gaze followed that taunting vein. Would she be able to keep herself from punishing it as she’d fantasized? Maybe she shouldn’t chance this.

“Do not second-guess yourself, princess. Our course is set.”

She nodded, not sure how to embark. Then his testicles tightened, drawing her attention. She reached to fondle them, and he groaned as if this was a special delight for him. At last,she got to cup and weigh them until he grated, “No more stalling, female. I want your mouth on me.”

That mouth pouted. “I could play with these forever.”

“Or as long as I could withstand this onslaught.” He made her attentions sound like a battle offensive, which pleased her.

She might not have experience with this—not like his millions of other partners had—but she knew moves and countermoves. She could adjust her campaign based on his reactions. Logic would dictate how she proceeded. And she had seen the act plenty of times at the Tree, although seeing and doing weren’t the same. . . .

“Relieve me of this”—his lips were thinned—“or I’ll do it myself.”

She debated between these two appetizing possibilities. Deciding on one for now, she took his length in hand once more, her pale skin stark against his blood-filled shaft. It throbbed in time with his heartbeat as she dipped down to lave the crown. His sublimely salty taste greeted her.“Umm.”

He gazed on with his lids hooded, but his chest heaved.

She kissed the contours of the proud crown. Under the ridges. Up to the tip. She licked that sensitive slit, dipping her tongue for more saltiness. Logic receded as she lovingly kissed him. “You taste like magic.”

“Sand almighty.”

She’d felt feminine power when sword training and when acknowledging her intellectual capabilities. Now as she moved down his shaft with butterfly licks and little sucks, she felt a different kind of feminine power. His mounting groans told her she could make this sorcerer crazed, could enchanthiswill for a time?—

He sucked in a breath. “Bite?”

She jerked back. Peered down in shock. One tiny globe of crimson was rising from just above that vein. “I didn’t meanto nick your skin! I didn’t taste it.” Her fangs had sharpened beyond her control. “I feared this would happen, but I got so carried away.”

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