Page 113 of Tales of a Deadly Devotion
‘Like this?’ My voice was the barest whisper, watching how he urged into my touch, wanting more from me. How all the imposing power of him was mine to control for that moment. Then I knew a different hunger. How I wanted him to fall apart too from nothing but my touch. Wanted to relish in making it happen. To hear my name from his lips.
He brought his hand over mine, curling my fingers more tightly, making the movement firmer. A curse leaving his lips, his eyes closing as other darker words tumbled almost incoherently against the curve of my throat.
Verr tongue.
‘What are you saying?’ I asked, impishly. Intent on driving him to madness.
‘It isn’t for a lady’s ears,’ he half cursed, pulling my earlobe between his teeth and I couldn’t help but laugh at his helplessness as those black eyes looked down at me darkly. As if my mirth was the most seductive thing of all.
‘I’m not a lady,’ I corrected. He gave me a secretive glance, eyes crystalline with some private amusement before he ducked to kiss me again. Deeply so I couldn’t offer any further protests.
His hand left my own to its work, only for his fingers to curl into the hair at the nape of my neck, gently tugging it so my head fell back and he had full access to my mouth.
My slow steady strokes not stopping – just as he’d shown me, drawing sounds from him that he pressed against my lips. Making him curse and groan.
I could have tormented him all night, but the burning insistence between my thighs was almost a complaint at being ignored. Then I understood. He would have just been content with this. Content with what I wanted. Only I wanted all of him.
‘I need you.’ Needed him like I needed nothing else. Wanted him like I wanted nothing else. He considered me, as if seeking the lie in my words.
I let him slip from my grasp. Unknowing what to do with my hand as I let it slide across my middle, gently dragging it over my breast as I settled back amongst the cushions, let my legs fall wider. His hungry gaze watching every movement. Making me wonder what would happen if I used that hand on myself while he knelt there to watch.
Such devious thoughts – and I had no Verr blood in me to blame it on.
As if sensing every single desire in me, Emrys bowed his head forward, kissing the valley between my breasts, seeming to drag in my scent. He drank in the sight of me, completely undone by nothing but him.
‘Ala Eria.’ He pressed those words into a kiss over my heart, one hand at my waist to bring me closer as my arms curved over his shoulder.
He positioned himself, the head a firm pressure that slipped in the wetness. Making me curve my hips towards it. Needing more. He gently took hold of my hip, keeping me still. Jawtense as if that restraint was costing him everything but he’d do it for me.
Yet with each small movement I urged him on. It was a pleasure tinged with the unknown pain. I didn’t know what to do. To arch closer or remain still. Too many feelings bubbling insistently beneath my skin. I grabbed his shoulders, breath stuttered with my helplessness.
‘Fuck,’ he whispered against my neck as he moved another inch deeper. So helplessly I had to laugh. It felt like a strange thing to do. How the motion made me feel every way we were connected.
It was something natural. Unbidden as I slid my knees up to cage either side of him, to let my hips fall wider in invitation. Wanted more of his weight on me, more of that fullness.
‘Kat,’ he half begged.
He was holding back.
‘All of you,’ I commanded, despite the strange foreignness of the sensation. Letting my hand drag down to his hip, to his backside. Fingers digging in. Letting my magic bite in warning. Another deeper slide that sent a wave of pleasure through me, made my head fall back on the pillows, made me move helplessly. Unable to keep still, my body knowing what it wanted. Unbidden.
I raised my hips to meet his next gentle, testing thrust. My fingers dancing along his side. Making a shiver run through him. His hand hooked at my knee, bending my leg and bringing it higher so each stroke was commanding and deep.
A new sensation washed over me, stealing all competent thought. Only he was still hesitant, tender as if he’d break me. Too slow. Not deep enough. Making me want to writhe and bite. To trap him like some wild thing in heat.
A feral urge consumed me and I used my Kysillian strength to roll him onto his back. Hands braced on his chest as helanded on the blankets. I gasped at the depth, at the burn of possessing him but it was a madness and I needed more.
‘Kat,’ he swore, hands digging into my backside, trying to lift me as if to give me some relief, but I didn’t want it. I trapped his hips between my thighs, feeling the dig of his fingers into the soft skin of my backside. Looking down at him. At us, how it was a pleasure all its own.
Then I understood what Alma meant about her heats. About the things she’d do in the Institute stables with the delivery boy or in the back cupboards with the maids. She needed it and I’d never understood until now.
That I needed Emrys. Needed to be consumed and undone just like this. As I set a clumsy pace, relishing in the delicious, strange pain of it. My head falling back, wanton sounds, half moaned, escaped me as my teeth bit into my lip. My fingers digging into the hard muscle of his chest, greedy for something I didn’t fully understand.
As always, Emrys understood. Understood that fierceness in me and didn’t shy from it.
He sat up, making me whimper. His hands curling into my hair as he claimed all those sounds from my lips. As my thighs burnt and I forced myself further into the ecstasy of possessing him. My nails digging into him, biting his lip. Primitively wanting marks on him.
‘Fucking beautiful.’ His lips ran up the line of my throat, as the roughness of his words brushed my skin, his grip on my backside firmer, commanding in his pace. Whispering his devotion, and I turned my head to claim his words, to drink each one from his lips.
