Page 134 of A Reign of Roses
“Dear Gods,” I swore.
Arwen drew the finger out and dipped it back in, wetness clinging to her hand. My mouth watered. “Please,” I breathed. “I need to taste you.”
All control, all dignity abandoned me—I’d take a beating twice over to lick her clean.
She only withdrew her finger again, and after a moment of thought, leaned forward to bring the hand to me. Her slickness shone on her fingers in the candlelight, her eyes molten and dark with pleasure.
My mind fragmented. I couldn’t think past my pulse as it hammered. “May I?”
Arwen only nodded, squirming a bit at the unquenched desire I knew ached between her legs.
Possessive, savage need sent my cock throbbing as I wrapped my lips around her delicate, silken finger and sucked. Her heady taste altered something in my body. I might have been groaning as I held her dainty hand and shoved it deeper into my mouth, licking indecently between her fingers. If she choked me with them I’d probably come.
Arwen nearly lost herself in her moan. She withdrew her fingers and placed a single soft kiss against my sternum. My fists swallowed as much bedsheet as they could muster. The yearning to touch her again was more powerful than anything…I couldn’t take much more of this…I’d erupt from my own body soon. I needed to douse myself in her.
Light honeysuckle filled my nose and my mouth watered as she licked down my chest, stopping at my hip bone to drag her teeth across my low abdomen. Her hair fell across my cock, featherlight.
“Cruelty…this is cruelty.”
My skin was too tight on my body. My heart careening toward some kind of combustion.
“Is it?” She hummed, her tongue licking up and down the inside of my thighs. “I don’t think so…”
I couldn’t form words as Arwen climbed atop me and wrapped her hand around my cock to guide me into her.
My groan was as rough as gravel. Breathless, from both the sight of her, parting as she pushed my aching length inside, and the sensation. Perfect, silken, mind-melting tightness gripped me.
It might have ended with Arwen’s sweet whimper. The carnal noise as she rocked her hips—that alone might have been enough to finish this little game and send me up and on top of her, flipping her to her back and pounding into her body like a madman. Drawing climax after climax from her, coaxing her through the savage waiting, through the begging, through theneed…
But she had asked for this. And I would not be selfish with her.
So I surrendered, shutting my eyes, allowing her to move herself at whatever pace she wanted. Arwen rode me slowly, her warm slickness enveloping me. Each arch upward and lowering down, delicious and maddening and more than I could stand.
She quickened her pace. Milking me, whining a bit as she ground herself closer. I’d memorized enough of her perfect noises to know she was minutes from climax. She leaned forward, gripping my arms, fingernails jutting into my biceps, her face inches from my own, and met my gaze.
It was moments like that—the mere latching of her olive eyes onto mine almost sending me over the edge—in which I realized how utterly at this woman’s mercy I was. She could have told me to throw myself off our balcony. I would have been plummeting through winter air before she’d finished the command.
The thought at one time might’ve terrified me. The powerlessness of loving someone with all that I had and then some. I loved Arwen with all of myself, and then all the things I hoped to be, too. But tonight, that love only made me feel rooted. Tethered to someone. Bound to them, and bound to this life because of it.
And it was that connection—the way our souls had at some point become one shared life—that racked through my bones and sang in my blood as her hot breath fanned over my mouth. As I licked her lips slowly—the taste of them like honey and sunlight. Paradise and my thorough undoing. And then I couldn’t resist any longer.
I lifted my head and angled my mouth against hers. Wild and inelegant, our lips twined, my hands still fisted in the sheets, which I’d ripped clean through at some point—
“You can—” she choked out. “You can touch me, now. If you want—”
Thank the fucking Gods.
My hands shot to her body, her soft skin like warmth incarnate after eons of brutal winter. I bucked up into her—barreling, frenzied—I couldn’t feel enough of her. Her hips, her breasts, her hands, grasping clumsily for my own, her cheeks and delicate chin and the spot between her legs that I circled and rolled and—
As if she hadn’t realized it was happening, Arwen’s climax tore through her. Ruthless contractions pulled her innermost muscles tight. She sobbed, racked by pleasure, full of me and whimpering my name in breathy, agonized, pretty little moans—
I came with a vicious roar, my hands full of Arwen’s soft flesh and long hair. Thrusting up as white-hot, exquisite ecstasy spun up my spine and down my legs, spurting out of me and into her.
Arwen collapsed on top of me, heaving.
Reduced to nothing but panting breaths, I tried to re-form my fractured mind around the eternity of pleasure that had enveloped me.
After a long while, Arwen said, “Did you like it?”
