Page 104 of Phoenix Falling
He came up on his elbows. “I want to see my true mate. Please.”
Slowly, warily, I let my eyelids drop down, and then I felt it, that tingle running down my skin as I let go of the glamour. Between one blink and the next, I was me again, lying beneath Sun, my dark curls spread across the pillow, my soft body molding perfectly to the harder angles of his.
“That’s it. That’s my beautiful mate.”
When he called mebeautiful,I felt beautiful.
He rolled on top of me, his weight heavy. Delicious. I couldn’t hold back a shiver. “Sun…”
He nipped at the collar of my shirt. “I want this off.”
“Yes…”
We were naked in moments. As soon as my body was bare to him, he seemed to give himself over to rising hunger, intent on arousing me to the point I couldn’t concentrate on anything but him. My aching nipples were licked and sucked and bitten. My quivering belly and hips and thighs were explored with hands and lips and tongue. And when he reached the throbbing core at the junction of my thighs?
“Rissa,” he groaned. “Pretty pink lips and the sweetest cream. I could stay right here forever.”
I couldn’t last forever; it wasn’t long before the hunger rose to the tipping point and I was tugging at his hair, urging him to fill me with more than his tongue.
“I want to taste you, Rissa,” I heard him say as he retraced his path up my body.
My laugh sounded choked. “I think you just did.”
Sun’s amusement was equally strained. “Not there, although I’ll gladly go back to that if you want me to.”
I didn’t think I’d ever not want his mouth on me like that. Or his tongue. His teeth.
Right now his teeth were scraping my sensitive neck. His fangs had descended, I realized, a pang of nerves cutting through my pleasure.
“I can bite you there just as well as here.”
A jolt went through me. Where had all my air gone? “You want to feed.”
The rumble of sound coming from his chest was part pleasure, part agony. “More than anything.”
His lips met the edge of my scars. Instinct had me ducking my head to that side, blocking his path.
“I can’t—”
Sun came up on his elbows to look at me. “What is it?”
“I don’t like…” I swallowed. I didn’t talk about my scars, ever. I’d never shown them to a lover like this. I felt exposed, vulnerable, to the point where it was too much. To have his mouth there… No, I couldn’t do it. “It’s so ugly.”
“Your scar?”
I shifted my gaze over his shoulder.
“Ah, mate.” A soft kiss to my lips, again, and another until I was opening for him, inviting more than a simple kiss. “Your scars aren’t ugly. They just tell me how hard you fought to survive.”
I squeezed my eyes shut. “Please, just not there.”
For a long moment he didn’t say anything. When he lowered his head, it was to the opposite side of my neck. Acquiescing to me. Accepting my no.
The careful scrape of his fangs came again. The sensation had me arching beneath him. “Yes.”
He took my skin between his teeth and sucked.“Rissa.”His voice throbbed with need inside my head.
I startled. “Sun?”
