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“Would that be so wrong?” She asks softly as she reaches for my ears, massaging the sensitive tips with her delicate fingers, driving me mad with desire.
“Stars above.” I bite back another groan, squeezing my eyes shut against the fierce wave of need surging through me. “You really have no idea how sensitive my ears are, do you? You test my control like nothing ever has.”
“I love you, Lyrion,” she whispers. “I don’t want to wait for our ceremony.”
I still. “You’re certain?”
She presses her lips to mine and whispers against them, “I want to be yours. Completely.”
My resolve crumbles, and I roll her beneath me, capturing her mouth in a claiming kiss. She parts her thighs and I settle between them.
A soft moan escapes her as I roll my hips against hers. Mystavis hard and erect, straining against the delicious heat of her center that seeps through the thin layer of clothing between us.
I slide the thin strap of her dress from her left shoulder, lowering her gown to cup her breast. She gasps and arches against me as I brush my thumb over the sensitive bead of flesh.
“Lyrion, please,” she whispers. “Kiss me there.”
I trace my lips and my tongue down the elegant column of her throat, tasting the sweet salt of her skin. When I reach her breast, I close my mouth over the stiff peak and begin a gentle suction.
She runs her fingers through my hair, and I growl as she massages my ears again. I move to her other breast, giving itthe same attention as the first. Extending my claws, I slice a line down her gown, leaving her bare beneath me.
“You are beautiful,” I whisper. “My Isobel.”
A possessive growl rumbles deep in my chest as I move down her body, pressing reverent kisses along her heated skin, worshipping every inch of her.
When I reach the apex of her thighs, I gently part her knees. Need burns like fire in my veins as I drag my tongue through her already slick folds. She tastes like honeyed nectar.
I love how Isobel cries out, lifting her hips, offering herself to me as I eagerly lap at her sweetness, determined to thoroughly give her pleasure before I find my own.
She arches beneath me, gripping my hair as her cries grow louder. Her entire body goes taut like a bowstring a moment before she cries out my name as her release moves through her.
“Lyrion,” she murmurs as she grips my shoulders, pulling me back up her body. She slips her hands beneath the waistband of my pants, pushing them down my hips. I growl as she grips mystavwith her delicate fingers and positions me at her slick entrance.
I long more than anything to sink deep into her warm, wet heat, but I want to be gentle.
“I want you,” she whispers in my ear, her words igniting a primal desire within me to claim her.
Reaching down, I cup her chin, forcing her gaze to mine as I slowly push inside her. My breath catches as her tight warmth envelopes the crown of my stav.
A deep growl of arousal rises in my throat. She feels so good I’m worried that I’ll spill before I’m fully sheathed inside her channel. I clench my jaw. This is the most exquisite torture I have ever known.
“You are mine, Isobel.” I stare deep into her eyes. “And I am yours.”
CHAPTER 52
ISOBEL
The breath stutters from my lungs as Lyrion slowly enters me. Tight heat blooms in my core, as my body stretches around him, welcoming the unfamiliar fullness within.
He pauses, his breath ragged as his eyes lock onto mine. “Are you alright?”
“Yes.” I grip his muscular shoulders. “Don’t stop.”
A muscle tics along his jaw, as if it is taking every bit of his strength to maintain his control as he pushes deeper. I gasp as a sharp pinch of pain flares briefly, but it’s quickly overtaken by a wave of intense pleasure.
I wrap my legs around him, holding him close as he begins to move slowly, allowing me to adjust to him.
“So tight,” he murmurs against my lips, his voice a deep, husky whisper. “You feel incredible.”
