Page 64 of The Lightkeeper

Her hand cupped my cheek, jarring me from my thoughts. Twin blue eyes pierced mine, compassion eking from every corner of her gaze.

“I didn’t want you to,” she said softly. “I didn’t want you to do—to be anything but who you are.”

I grabbed her wrist and turned my face into her palm, pressing my lips to its center and inhaling deep. Orange and vanilla.

“I want you, Kit,” she breathed. “Please, don’t stop.”

I swallowed through the tightness in my throat. I wasn’t going to stop—not for her at least.

“Lie back,” I commanded low.

I turned my head and pressed my lips to the inside of her knee. And then the inside of her thigh. Higher and higher, I lined her skin with the marks from my lips until my face was in front of her pussy.

“Kit…”

I blew a stream of warm air over her, reveling in the way she shuddered.

I gently pushed two fingers inside her, giving her body something to clench as I lowered my mouth to her pussy, swirling my tongue over her clit.

“Oh, god,” she cooed, and I felt myself smile a little.

I might not have hurt her, but she still deserved better.

“Kit.” Her hands clutched my scalp. “I’m going to come.”

Yes.I knew she was. I could taste it, the way she was slick and sweet on my tongue. The tremor of her cunt around my fingers. Igrowled, setting my tongue in a pattern over her that didn’t take more than half a minute to claim another climax, the rush of her release soothing the guilt I had for the way I’d made her come the first time.

But I didn’t stop there. If I didn’t bring her to the brink of exhaustion, I knew Aurora—I knew she’d want to take care of me, too. And she’d already done more than enough of that—too much of that—already. So, my tongue lapped. Lapped her desire and mine where it leaked. And then when she stopped trembling, I started to lick her again. Firm strokes of my tongue over her swollen bud, dragging her to another peak.

“Kit…” Her voice was weak.

I hooked her legs over my shoulders and set my tongue harder to her, swirling and flicking, until she quivered and melted again to the tune of my name.

“Please…”

“If you can talk, you can come,” I reminded her somewhere between orgasms two and three.

On orgasm four, she drenched my face with her release.

Orgasm five… orgasm five I claimed with barely a press of my tongue on her overstimulated nerves. The flutter of her inner muscles wasn’t as strong, and I knew I could only give her maybe one more before she needed a break.

Her head lolled to one side and then the other, and when I pushed her to that sixth orgasm, she hardly made a sound, her body sagging in defeat against pleasure.

She hadn’t passed out, but one more, and she would. Her eyes barely tracked me as I went to the bathroom and warmed a cloth, returning to carefully clean her and myself before tucking her under the covers, her limbs completely limp with exhaustion.

“Don’t leave,” she murmured so softly that I should’ve pretended not to hear her. Should’ve pretended it was never said and walked out of the room to let her sleep—to spend the nextseveral hours counting all the ways I’d fucked up tonight and trying to figure out how to right them all.

But I didn’t pretend.

I didn’t even hesitate before sliding under the covers.I’d add climbing into bed next to her—naked—as one more problem I created for myself tonight. One more problem I didn’t know how to solve.

“I won’t,” I rumbled and pulled her to me.

I couldn’t. That was the real answer. I couldn’t leave her. And that was the biggest problem of them all.

I woke before the alarm that I hadn’t set—before the dawn I knew was coming. I looked down at the sleeping woman on my chest, her softness stirring my dick, that was still begging for that last release.And that was the last thing she needed.

Carefully, I slid from the bed, yanked on a pair of sweats, forgoing a shirt because I was afraid the creak of the dresser would wake her. I took one more long glance at her stretched naked in my bed—my own personal siren—and then stalked toward the tower.

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