Page 74 of Sanctifier

Taryel drew back, breathless. “Tell me,” he said, his gaze raking over Ru so hungrily she could hardly keep from writhing beneath it. “Tell me you want this.”

She reached for him, burying her fingers in his hair, ready to pull if he refused her. “I want this,” she murmured, and her heart ached as she spoke. “I want you. I’ve wanted you since the moment I met you.”

He lit up like the sun. With a hum of pleasure, he lowered his head to trace a wet circle around her nipple with his tongue. It was as perfect a response as Ru could have hoped for, and she knew with more certainty than she’d known anything that she was exactly where she wanted to be.

“Taryel,” she pleaded, between gasps of pleasure as he kissed his way down her stomach. “Please.”

He exhaled hotly against her belly, and she shivered. His kisses descended further until he was lightly nipping the insides of her thighs. She closed her eyes, her heart beating a heated staccato in her chest, the pressure of desire building within her, tightly coiled.

And then he kissed her at her most sensitive part, his lips gentle at first, almost chaste, and she gasped, the pleasure in her tightening, sharpening. His tongue swept over her, and the perfect ache of it was almost unbearable.

She knew how debauched they must look — her, still in her nightgown, writhing on his mussed bedclothes, one breast bared to the night. Taryel, his dark head nestled between her thighs.

But his tongue spoke shapes of prayer against the heat of her. His fingers traced devotion on her skin. And if it was depraved, the Destroyer’s mouth worshiping her like this… then she would happily live a life in the darkness.

As Ru’s pleasure built, she took his hair in her fingers like an anchor, her back arching. She gasped his name as the feeling reached its peak, waves and waves of white-hot pleasure, intense and all-consuming. As if the world had fractured outward from her, beams of bright light angling through the broken shards, and she was bathed in it, wrapped in that aching glow. And when she was whole again, gasping for breath, she found herself in Taryel’s smile.

He swept her into his arms, kissing her neck, and she fumbled at his trousers, pulling at them clumsily. She wasn’t finished with him. Not nearly.

“Haven’t had your fill yet?” he murmured in her ear. “Greedy.”

She was impatient now, still thrumming with the pleasure of her orgasm, and she wanted more.More. She wanted all of him, as much as he could give, as often as he allowed.

Her fingers shaking with anticipation, Ru, at last, undid the clasp on Taryel’s trousers. And when she finally curled her fingers around his full erection, he paused in kissing her to groan, his teeth against her collarbone.

“Ru,” he gasped, stilling in his movements. “I’m… let me. I’ll lose control if you don’t…”

She grinned, giving him a slow, lazy stroke. “If I don’t what?”

“Fuck,” he said, biting her again until it hurt. “Stop. Or I’ll…”

“You’ll what?” She asked laughingly.

He made a sound, something like a growl, and sat back, taking Ru’s hands in one swift movement. Then he clasped both her wrists in one hand, stretching her arms above her head,pinning her to the bed beneath him. She was utterly at his mercy. A wanton smile curled across his face.

“Ru,” he warned, breathless, his eyes dark and hungry, “what did I say?”

She bit her lip, and his sharp intake of breath told her that this small gesture was having the desired result. “Do it,” she said, taunting.

He arched a brow. “What, exactly, isit?”

She couldn’t help smiling, hoping he would take her at her word. “Whatever you want.”

It was as if a new Taryel took over then. Where before he had been slow and reverent, savoring every taste of her, now he was single-minded, lustful in his precision. With one quick movement, he freed himself from the confines of his trousers. He pressed a hot, wet kiss to Ru’s breast, his tongue laving her nipple.

She bucked against him, desperate, but he held her wrists firmly in his hands.

“Impatient,” he chuckled, nipping at her ear. “Hold still.”

Ru was about to protest, to make some pithy comeback, but then he pressed his hard length between her legs, teasing her.

“Taryel—” she pleaded, needing him, desperate for him.

“What did Isay,” he murmured, his grip tightening on her wrists. “Don’t move.”

She nodded once, breathing hard, her wide gaze fixed on his. Finally, with agonizing slowness, he entered her. She lay perfectly still, overwhelmed by the sensation of him, how perfectly he filled her.

At last, after an infinite haze of slowly burning pleasure, he was buried to the hilt inside her.

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