Page 17 of Wings of Cruelty and Flame

My whole face burned at the words, but the effect on him was instantaneous. His whole body jerked, a groan trailing from his mouth over my skin, raising goosebumps on both of us. His hands found my hips, gripping with intensity.

His hands slid higher up my waist. My whole body sang at the touch. “Oh, you don’t want me to keep my mouth shut, menace.”

The name was a caress to my body too. I arched up against him without meaning to.

“I think you’ll enjoy what I can do with this mouth,” he added, drawing himself off my body. I fought to hide the rejection as he moved away, cold rushing into all the places we’d touched.

I jerked when his hands settled on my calves, and I realised all at once he wasn’t leaving; he was matching the ruination I threatened by ruining me right back.

I think you’ll enjoy what I can do with this mouth.

Blood rushed in my ears. I didn’t move at all as Varidian set his mouth to my heat.

CHAPTER SEVEN

AMEIRAH

Sheer red fabric draped from each poster of the bed, filtering the light of the torches until they scattered beautiful and strange shadows across Varidian’s skin. He seemed otherworldly, like a legend come to life. It would certainly explain why he was so handsome and charming and made my stomach ripple with both nerves and excitement.

He glanced up at me as he trailed light touches up and down my legs, the sensation like rapture and bliss—until he pressed his hands to the sensitive skin behind each knee and pushed my legs up and wide. Baring me to his greedy stare. My face burned, ears tingling, and self-consciousness tried to ruin this moment. It almost succeeded but Varidian groaned and dragged his tongue through the pool of arousal at my entrance. The sound that rattled his chest made me want to swear something filthy and vulgar, but I just tangled my fingers in the crimson sheets, mangling their filigree black patterns.

“You taste like honey,” he said hoarsely, silken hair brushing the delicate skin of my inner thighs, his lips shining. My stomach made a strange twisting sensation at the sight of my arousal on his lips; noticing my fixation, Varidian dragged his tongue along his bottom lip.

“I’m sure I don’t actually—” My words cut off when he dove back into me, lips and tongue finding the nerves that pounded with fierce need. The feeling of his mouth was a shock and a miracle. My head dropped onto the pillow, my mouth parted as he traded slow, circling luxury for frantic flicks.

Heat tightened in my belly. I’d got so worked up during the flight and now, arguing with him, both of us wrapped in tension, that I was already so sensitive.

“Varidian,” I breathed, dragging my wide stare from the gauzy curtain atop the bed to where my husband’s hands pressed to my thighs, keeping me still for him to devour. The shivery sensation of his hair tickling my legs and the insanity his tongue wrought on my pussy made me clench, so wet, so embarrassingly close to release.

“Have you ever climaxed before?” he asked, sliding his tongue over delicate, tingling flesh, exploring every part of me until my inner muscles squeezed over and over. There was no judgement in his voice, no expectation, just a bald curiosity.

“Not with help,” I managed to pant, gripping the sheets so tightly I threatened to rip the silk.

Varidian responded to that with a low, rumbling sound that bordered animalistic. “One day, I want to watch you touch yourself. I want to see how my wife brings herself pleasure. But this orgasm is all fucking mine.”

“Ah.” I squirmed, the effect of his growling claim and the cursing like a firework in my body, exploding into colour and sound and feeling.

His hands didn’t help matters by sliding up my stomach and under my dress. My thighs shook as his mouth returned to my clit, lavishing me with the flat of his tongue over and over until my right hand left the sheets and knotted in his hair that way I wanted to all day. When his hands found my breasts, squeezing, stroking, my ass arched off the bed. He followed me with his mouth, his licks and sucks never stopping for a second, like he’d permanently attached himself to me.

Oh, please let that be true. I never want this to end.

But I was so hot I felt it in my face, my chest, scalding a path down my body. A gasp broke my breathing when his thumbs traced rings around my nipples, until the combination of sensations made my eyes slam shut.

I wanted to find whoever had taught him to do this and kill her.

“Fuck, Ameirah,” he grunted against my pussy, dragging my mind back where it belonged—on the frenzy of his touches, the coiling heat, the promise of bliss.

One of his hands left my breast, wrapping around my waist, keeping me in place as he licked me with something like obsession, his eyes darting up my body to my face, like he could tell how close I was to coming apart. There was something in the firm grip, something in the way his hands tightened, that made me bite my lip.

This time he groaned against me, stroking the peak of my nipple at the same time he devoured me with intensity and madness. The sound was what pushed me over the edge. It was possessive and claiming and surrender, and I was powerless against it. Wave after wave of pleasure drove into me, through me, over me, until I fell, boneless, to the bed. My eyelids settled heavy over my eyes.

Varidian kissed his way down my pussy one last time and drew back, pouring a very satisfied look over me from head to toe.

“I was wrong,” he said, kissing my hip, not trying to hide his smile. “It would seem I’ve ruined you.”

I closed my eyes with a groan. Smug bastard.

And he justhadto look that good with a smirk on his face.

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