Page 87 of Of Rime and Ruin
He takes one breast in each large hand, and moans as he tucks his face between them. My nipples tingle against the pads of his palms. He nips at my skin, sealing the pain with a swipe of his tongue. With soft passes of his lips, he makes his way to my left nipple. He traces the circumference twice before finally sucking the sensitive bud into his mouth.
The caress is a command. I arch into him and moan, unable to keep quiet. Pleasure blossoms, and I ball my fits, pulling tight against my icy cuffs above my head. His tongue swirls with sickening speed. “Gods above,” I gasp.
He withdraws sharply. I cry out at the loss of attention. His hand finds my chin, gripping me as he tilts my face to look deepinto my eyes. “No, Nahla,” he growls. “Say my name. I am your god tonight.”
A quiver surges through my center. “Aethan,” I whisper. I tug out of his grip, craning my neck to reach for him. For his mouth. Does he taste the way he smells? I can’t stand one more minute without knowing. “Aethan, kiss me.”
Triumph flashes in his eyes. “That’s a good girl,” he says, moments before our lips meet. He kisses me like he’s chasing his final breath. Soft at first, then urgent. Ravenous. His hands slip out of my hair to clasp my face, pulling me in to deepen the kiss.
I hitch my legs on his hips and draw him closer. More. I need more.
His tongue twines with mine, stroking deep, consuming me, and scattering my thoughts until there’s nothing left but the feeling of him. He’s everywhere all at once. Heavy pressure along my body. Greedy hands brush my face, my wrists, my neck, my breasts. He passes over my stomach in a worshipful caress, then wraps his hand around the crest of my thigh.
With efficient fingers, he unties the lacing of my pants and rolls them over my hips, placing a path of kisses as the leathers slip off.
“Fuck,” he whispers, staring at my bare pussy with hungry admiration. Then he hitches my legs higher, lifting my ass. I grind into him, sliding my wetness. Pleasure flitters through my core, and I gasp for air.
“Tell me what you want inside you, Nahla,” he growls. “My fingers or my cock?” His thumb dips into my heat, not waiting for my reply. He swirls and finds my clit with ease. I arch into the pressure.
More.More.I pull against the restraints and moan as a wild swirl batters my stomach.
“I see the answer there in your eyes. Say it, Nahla. Out loud.” His fingers tease me incessantly, right where I need him.Pleasure builds within me, and I spiral down the path to bliss. But it’s not enough.
I want to feel full. I want him inside me, stretching me. The hot slap of our bodies, animal instinct driving us into oblivion.
He dips down for a kiss, pulling the answer out of me with his cool tongue.
“Cock,” I gasp into his mouth. His lips ripple as he growls, and then the pressure dissipates.
He pushes from the floor, standing to his full height. With quick fingers, he loosens the leather lacing and slips out of his trousers. His cock springs free.
Hislargefucking cock.
My heart stutters. He’s going to putthatinside me? Is there room?
In the darkness, I make out the sleek curves of his muscled body, his defined abdomen sloping in a sharp V. Thick thighs that could snap my neck if I’m not careful. I swallow my rising panic. He’s the spitting image of the Beast’s physique, captured in a soft siren skin. No tail, no horns.But it’shim.
A wave of arousal surges through me, and I clench my thighs. Panic, arousal—I can’t tell them apart. The longer I stare, the more my hunger for him builds. “Fuckme,” I gasp. As infuck me, this can’t be happening. I’m not ready for this. And yet…
I’ve been ready for him since he grabbed me in the Rime.
His forearm flexes as he discards the clothing. He drinks in the sight of me, his gaze traveling from my bound wrists to the tips of my toes. “Gladly, Sunfish,” he whispers. “Whatever you need.”
His voice breaks on the final word. He nudges my knees apart, slips his hands beneath my ass, and lifts.
Then he feasts. His mouth nuzzles my heat, searching out my sensitive bud. When he finds it, I hiss at the rush of pleasure. His tongue laps in rapid torture, coaxing a wave of bliss.
Shit, he’s good at that.
With each stroke, my need winds tighter.
“Aethan,” I moan. “Your cock, dammit.”
He nips my skin. “Come on my tongue first. I’ve been dreaming of your pussy on my tongue since…”
I thrash against my restraints, groaning as he tucks his thumb inside me. “You said”—I pant, vision sparkling at the edges—“whatever I need!”
“I know what you need,” he says. He rotates my hips, laying me on my side before his hand leaves my ass. It slaps with a sting. I gasp, and he smooths the spot. “And you’re going to fight me for it. Isn’t that right, Trouble? You get off on fighting me tooth and claw. Go ahead then. I won’t stop you.”
