Page 132 of Beneath the Desert Bloom
She stood and turned to him.
Nora pulled her shirt over her head with slow, unhurried grace. The morning light kissed her bare skin as it was revealed, sliding down the curve of her back, across her glowing shoulders, along the lines of her ribs like it had been waiting to worship her. She let it.
Her breasts were flushed, her nipples already tightening in the soft air. Her stomach glowed faintly, a low pulse of light that shimmered down between her hips like something that had bloomed from the inside.
Behind her, Asher stood motionless, watching.
Not like a man overtaken by lust.
He observed her like a god finally seeing the shrine built just for him.
She turned to him slowly.
“You’re staring again,” she said softly, teasing.
He stepped forward without a word, hands finding her waist, gaze locked on hers.
“You’re lit up again,” he murmured.
She smiled. “You bring it out in me.”
He looked at her, eyes burning, and dropped to his knees.
She stood before him, bare and radiant, the desert warm at her back.
Asher touched the inside of her thigh slowly.
She shivered.
He leaned in and kissed the place where her hip met her belly, then lower, lips gentle against her skin.
Her breath caught.
And then his mouth found her. His tongue moved like it had been carved to worship her. Broad and textured, ridged on the underside, slick and hot, he licked through her with slow, deliberate strokes, pausing at her clit just long enough to make her moan before dragging away again.
“Oh god,” she whispered.
He groaned softly into her, the sound sending vibrations through her core.
He licked her again, this time slower. Pressing in. Tasting.
Then his lips closed around her clit.
Her knees buckled.
He caught her by the hips, holding her steady as he buried his face between her thighs. His tongue moved in circles now, then flicks, then long, heavy drags that left her trembling.
Her body tingled.
The air around them danced, heat and breath mingling, thick with the scent of bloom.
“Asher—” she gasped.
His only answer was a deeper moan.
He slipped a hand between her thighs. One finger traced her fluttering entrance.
Then another.
