Page 165 of Daughter of the Serpent

Not just with desire - with ruin.

"Say it." His voice was a command."Tell me this is what you want."

As if he didn't already know.

As if he couldn't feel the way she trembled beneath his hands.

As if she hadn’t already given herself over to him, completely.

“Do you want me to stop?”

She hesitated, her breath hitching, mind racing - but all she could think about was those two hands, those two eyes burning molton, and the throbbing pulse between her thighs. Her cheeks burned, but it was too late to hide away. Too late to turn back now. Her wicked heart thrashed in her chest - a demanding, treacherous thing - and her body? It was just as traitorous.

“No.”

A slow, knowing smile curved his lips - dangerous, devastating - before he closed the distance.

His eyes never left her face as he lowered his mouth.

She gasped as his lips met the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh, gliding a trail of kisses along the stretch of skin, worshiping every miniscule inch, relishing every moan from her mouth, every shiver that quaked along her body. She didn’t know what to do, how to react, or how to respond - and at the first glide of his tongue, the first touch of his lips as they met the curling heat of her sex - she was undone. Her body exploded in a plethora of unfathomable sensation. Her heart stopped. Her back bowed. Her hips twitched in rapturous pleasure as his mouth moved, licking, teasing, caressing her sensitive flesh like it was something divine, something to beworshiped.

“So. Beautiful.”The words thrummed in her mind through the bond, and she shuddered.

She had never felt anything like this - never known that touch could be reverence, that desire could be divine.She had only known the body to be a wicked, sinful thing - a vessel to be hidden, never glorified, never exposed. Even in the marriage bed, modesty was a duty, not a choice.

But now -gods.

His hands, his mouth, the searing heat of his breath against her skin - unraveled everything. The way he touched her, the way his lips relished every inch, like there was nothing more holy, nothing more beautiful, or more sacred than this. Thenher.

She couldn’t find herself feeling ashamed.

She was exalted.

Then, right when she thought there couldn't be anything more, he draped one of her legs over his shoulder.

Her head tilted back, hitting the rough bark as his mouth lay further claim.

It was almost too much.

She breathed his name, pulse pounding, fingers biting into his scalp as she gripped into his hair.

Hiseyes met hers briefly, flashing molten.

“Do you like that?”

Every stroke of his tongue was a strike of lightning, electrifying every part of her till she was on fire, defenseless. She fought the urge to wriggle away, out of his grasp, but his hands gripped her hips firmly, keeping her in place.

“Or this?”His eyes gleamed as he trailed his fingers between her thighs, and she watched them disappear beneath her. For a moment his touch faltered, but then she felt it - the delicious pressure of his tongue, the liquid heat against the sensitive bundle of nerves between her legs, and the teasing brush of his fingertips at her entrance. A shockwave of pleasure rippled through her when he slipped one inside, and she instinctively arched against him. She shuddered, utterly helpless to the raw pleasure, her legs vibrating with the building energy he seemed to effortlessly create.

“I’ve waited so long to touch you like this. Totasteyou.” His voice rumbled deep in his chest as he kept going, winding her tighter and tighter.

She shivered at his words, hardly believing they were real -thiswas real. His fingers kept moving, stroking her into pure bliss. Her breath came in ragged gasps, heat building with each thrust, each curl of his finger deep inside her.

“Is this what you want?”

She could hardly hear him, hardly process his words as his fingers moved stronger, faster - heat slicing through her like a blade to silk. She tried again to shift her hips, squirm beneath his touch - yet he didn’t let her move away. The heat was coiling tighter now, a thrumming relentless pulse that only seemed to grow. The more he touched her, the more it expanded, deepening, threatening to claim her whole.

“Tell me.” He growled as he slipped another finger inside.

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