Page 15 of Nightingale

His tongue darted out, tasting her flesh and rumbling praise for her.

She leaned into it, desperate for a finish by someone else’s hands, instead of riding her own in the late hours when the rest of Hawksmoor was fast asleep. If it had to be any of them, at least it was Rian who reached between her thighs and swore. Vrea groaned, biting her lip to keep it in as he circled her clit, dragging a finger through her.

“Shit,” He muttered and the heat was immediately gone as he pulled back.

She almost demanded for him to return, to plunge that single finger inside of her. But then he held his hand out to her, his light eyes turned dark, husky and she realised that this was far from over. Vrea took it, and he whisked her out of the hall, and away from prying eyes.

Seven

Rian yanked her from the chair as soon as his fingers drifted low, too low. He’d felt the slickness between her legs, the way that she’d been desperate. Her breathing had turned ragged as she’d watched the pair succumb to bliss to a point where even the musicians couldn’t cover the loud cry that ripped from the woman’s throat as she found pleasure.

No one else seemed bothered by it.

No one else seemed to evennoticeit.

Vrea didn’t object as he pulled her into the hallway and up the flight of stairs. She didn’t try to get free as he backed her into the wall and locked eyes with her. Her chest heaved and her nipples rubbed against the rough leather.

“Do you want this?” His voice was rough, low, and it only sent a spear of desire straight through her. “Because if not, then I will walk you back to your room and leave you for the rest of the night. But if you do,” He swallowed, taking her body in with an aching scan that made her squirm under it. “Then I won’t stop at halfway.”

It used to take quite a bit for her body to ignite.

Now, after years of celibacy, it seemed a couple well-said words did the trick. Her mind screamed at her to stop, to ignore the pounding lust that washed over her in a rapid douse of heat. She was on fire, she was desperate, she was going to burst if she had to wait any longer.

Vrea could pretend he was someone else.

She could imagine a handsome stablehand or a muscled guard from Niroula. He didn’t have to be a Carylimian Prince.

“Shut up.” She commanded him and did a dangerous thing. Her hand reached up and tangled in his auburn hair, which had been left down tonight. His eyes glazed as he realised she wouldn’t turn him down and he surged forward.

Rian kissed her.

It wasn’t a soft kiss, nor was it the tongue-sweeping kind that she expected. It was pepper and it was fire, and it was everything that she needed.

He was rough, demanding and she liked it.

Vrea kissed him back, just as fierce as he did and he groaned into her mouth as he slammed her back against the wall. A noise left her at the impact but it wasn’t bad. He thrusted his hips into hers and she gasped, the contact directly breaking out into frissons across her sensitive skin.

“I’ve always thought you to be attractive.” Rian ground out as he nipped her bottom lip. “Even from day one, when you were here to kill me. I saw my brother pin you to the ground and wished it was me on top of you, instead. I watched them carry you away and wanted to tell them to bring you to my room.”

She didn’t respond, didn’t want to think about forming correct sentences and phrases until he’d sunk into her. He was trying to undo the laces that held her top together, trying to free her chest and do sinful things to it. She wondered if he’d take her breast in his mouth and roll the bud around with his teeth, if he’d lick it over and over again.

Oh gods, even the thought of that was enough to send sensations rocketing across her.

“This damned top.” Rian hissed as he pulled away to study it. “Why did Castil have to dress you in leather, of all things? The last couple of nights, I’ve been able to see everything. I wouldn’thave needed to rip damned cords off of you. The first night, I could make out your perky nipples and I wanted nothing more than to lick them.” He succeeded in pulling the knot at the top, and the pressure at her sides loosened. “When it’s my turn tomorrow night, I don’t think I’ll even bring you to the party. I think I’ll tell Father that you contracted something and had to stay in your rooms for the evening.”

She didn’t know why he was telling her this.

Not when there were more important things he should have been doing with his mouth.

“Instead, I’m going to dress you in nothing and take you to my room.” Rian freed the first leather cord, throwing it aside as he began to unlace the second one on the opposite side. “I’m going to keep you there all night.”

Vrea let out a soft whimper, a sound that she didn’t even know she knew how to make but it only seemed to excite him as he pulled the second cord out and her top fell down, exposing her.

Rian’s eyes guttered, turning the blue of them to something smouldering, dark. Her knees trembled as he rolled one of her tiny breasts around in his large hand, massaging tenderly as he took her in. His fingers touched her tawny skin, dragging pleasure throughout her as he traced patterns down her sides and back under her breasts.

“I’m going to devour you.” He promised and brought his lips around her nipple as he sank down in order to reach the correct height. Her body jerked in response as he pinned her to the wall.

“Then hurry up,” Vrea groaned, his tongue swirling.

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