Page 68 of Of Blooming Embers
Languidly, I stroked over her clit, swirling and pressing until she squirmed. Water slapped against the sides of the basin.
“You’re simply … everything.” My lips rested against her temple as I played with her, her body heating and writhing against me.
Breathing ragged, my blood throbbed through me as her desperate whimpers draped over us.
“Gavrel,” she sobbed, her voice hitching, breasts thrusting forward.
I nibbled at the top curve of her ear as my left hand pinched one nipple and then slid to her mound.
Seryn groaned as I sank the two digits into her heat, curving them so they rubbed repeatedly against the roughened pleasure point within her, my thumb rapidly circling her clit.
I bit my lip hard, hoping the pain would keep me from coming before I could slide into her. My left palm pressed into her lower belly as my right hand pumped. Inside her, my fingers repeatedly curled and pressed against her inner wall, against the spot that was making her eyes roll back and eyelashes flutter.
Ancients, this woman made me so fucking feral.
“Come for me. Come all over my fingers as they fuck your tight little cunt,” I growled.
Her core squeezed around me. She screamed my name, her nails digging into the top of my left hand as it pressed into her. Her righthand flew up, clamping onto my nape, as she threw her head back in ecstasy.
With my hips grinding, seeking purchase, I groaned as she shattered. Seryn cried out—broken, gasping sounds—with each trembling spasm that skittered over her. Her cunt gripped my fingers as her walls convulsed, and then all at once, her entire body went lax in my arms.
Rolling her head toward me, a dreamy smile curved her mouth as she looked into my eyes. Her skin was flushed and dewy. My unspent cock twitched.
She turned within my arms, hovering over me on her knees.
The blue of her eyes darkened as she sank unhurriedly onto my arousal. “Your turn,” she rasped.
All thoughts of food vanished.
We didn’t leave the tub for a long while.
27
WHATEVER IT TAKES
SERYN
When we finally left our cabin, the sun had shifted into the early evening. As Gavrel walked behind me, he smoothed his hand over my backside. He was extra attentive when I wore leather breeches. Before we left, his eyes had lingered on me as I slowly strapped my dagger onto my hip and thigh. I smirked at him, adjusting my belt satchel as we headed toTheBoggy Grogto share a meal with Rhaegar and Breena.
As we ate, he couldn’t stop staring at me. Despite trying to wrangle his composure, a smile continually threatened the corners of his lips. I bit into my bread, letting its crusty ridges poke the roof of my mouth.
“Worked up quite the appetite, eh?” Breena snickered.
Gavrel narrowed his eyes, but she just stared at him, chewing and then jabbing her spoon at him.
Head swaying side to side, I snorted before taking a bite of my mushroom and mire rabbit stew. “Like you didn’t. I saw you and Marek at the Revelry last night.”
Instantly, Breena’s amusement transformed into annoyance. “I don’t have a clue what you’re on about.”
“What we should beon aboutis the fact that we’ve met a bloody Ancient. Not to mention where Seryn needs to direct the portal,” Rhaegar muttered.
I lifted my spoon, pupils rising to the right, forehead crinkling. “I’ve been thinking about that?—”
“When would you have the time?” Breena’s eyebrows wiggled.
Ignoring her, I went on. “And I think Phantasos was hinting at the Stygian Murk. Last Dormancy, when I first arrived, there was this valley in the distance. Something was off. And in the nightmares I’ve had of Kaden … I can feel it in my gut. Not only his, but the misery of the Murk.” With a shrug, my spoon lowered. “That’s all I can think of.”
Breena wielded her utensil against me now. “I think that’ll have to be good enough, Firefly. Eh, how ’bout we talk about how much of a bleeding headache that tonic gave me this morning.”
