Page 75 of Lady for Embers

“I don’t think that will work tonight,” she sighed. “I have too much on my mind.”

“Oh, Scarlett,” he chided, a low chuckle rumbling through his chest. “After all this time, you underestimate my distraction skills?”

“No, but—”

“You think if I buried my face between your thighs, you would be thinking of anything else?”

Gods.

Said thighs squeezed together under the blankets, wet heat instantly pooling low in her belly.

“No, but—”

“You think if l licked you until you couldn’t speak, you wouldn’t be thoroughly distracted?”

By Saylah.

“That’s not what I’m saying, Sorin—”

“You think if I ?ipped you over.” His hands slid to her hips, and she found herself on her stomach. “Hauled your ?ne ass into the air.” His shirt was shucked up over her hips, the cool air sliding over the bare ?esh and making her skin pebble. “And consumed you until you screamed, you would not sleep well afterwards?”

She opened her mouth to protest again, but what came out was a moan as she felt his hot tongue slide along the entire length of her center. His response was a dark laugh against her skin as he found that bundle of nerves and sucked hard. She gasped, arms stretching out in front of her, ?ngers curling into the bedding.

“How am I doing so far, Love?” he whispered, dropping kisses along her ass.

“Could be better,” she replied breathlessly.

Sorin laughed before she felt his teeth replace his lips, and she yelped. “You are not thinking of anything else now, are you, Love?”

And she wasn’t. She was only thinking about the pleasure ratcheting up in her body as his mouth moved back to her center, and he did exactly what he said he was going to. While his tongue and lips consumed her, he slid two ?ngers in her wet heat, and her hips were thrusting back, grinding against his hand, desperate for the release that was coiling tighter and tighter.

And then his hand and lips were gone, and she whimpered, burying her face in the pillow in frustration, already knowing how this was going to go.

“Love, I promised to consume you, to drown out all other thoughts,” Sorin said, his voice low and raspy as he climbed up her body, lips and tongue taking turns along her spine. “If I let you come now, I don’t think I would be delivering on that promise.”

“You would be,” she said, not caring how needy she sounded. “Please, Sorin.”

“Those beautiful manners,” he crooned, hands sliding the shirt she was still wearing over her head. “Tell me, Scarlett, what is consuming your thoughts now?”

“You,” she panted. “You are, Sorin.”

“Mmm,” he hummed, whispers of touch skating along herribs, her torso, her bare breasts. “You are going to need to be more speci?c.”

“What?” she asked in confusion, trying to understand what he was asking of her, but his ?nger was drawing slow, taunting circles around her nipple. His thumb and ?nger suddenly tweaked that same nipple, and the sound that came out of her was half-groan, half-yelp.

“Speci?cs, Scarlett,” he ordered. “What speci?cally is consuming your thoughts?”

“Right now it’s that you are being an ass,” she snapped, her body immediately writhing against him when he draped his body over her, his hard length pressing against her ass. His hands gripped her hips, holding her still.

“Tell me what you want, Scarlett,” he said, and she could feel him smiling against her skin as he kissed her shoulder before he nipped at the skin there. He continued that torture along her arms, shoulders, across her back. Kiss and nip. Bite and suck, and gods, she was a trembling mess beneath him as he held her still, not allowing her to seek out what she truly wanted.

“Scarlett,” he encouraged, low and sinful in her ear. “I am ­waiting.”

“Sorin, please,” she begged, feeling him shift against her again.

“Please what, my Love?”

“Gods, Sorin,” she ?nally snapped when his lips found their way to that spot behind her ear. “Just fuck me.Please.”

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