Page 117 of Lana Pecherczyk
“Not a game.” She swatted his hand away when he reached for her breast. “Tell me your word, and then we both feel good.” At his hesitation, she added, “Just a word for now. No deep, dark secret mistakes spilled yet.”
“Fine,” he ground out. His eyes darted around the cabin before locking onto her hair. “My word is … rainbow.”
“Rainbow,” she echoed, testing the weight of it.
He nodded. The hunger in his gaze made her feel powerful and sexy enough to rise to her knees and untangle the folded fabric, stripping it from her legs. Looking down at him, she noticed his stillness differed from his usual control. He was sohungry for her that he could hardly breathe, hardly move. When he finally did, his fingers trembled as they traced reverently up her thighs.
But she still had to guess if his emotions matched his body language, which drove her insane.
“I want you to drop your block on our bond,” she announced. “For good.”
Blue eyes lifted to hers, that familiar animal lurking in their depths. No, he didn’t like being bossed around. Not really. But fae couldn’t lie. He’d admitted his fantasy. His reluctance had to be from fear.
“Suck my cock,” he growled, “and maybe I will.”
She laughed. “That’s not how this works.”
“It is if I say it is.”
“No, it’s not. And nice try.” She wasn’t concerned. He’d made no move to touch her despite his hands on her thighs. “And since you haven’t said your safe word…” She walked her knees up his body until her naked thighs straddled his face. His heady, hitched intake of breath gave her the courage to grab his hair and hold him still as she lowered her hips. But just as he extended his tongue, eager for his first taste, she lifted out of reach.
“River. I’m the one in control. You’re going to—oh,fuck.”
He struck like lightning, hands gripping her bottom to pin her against his mouth. He devoured her pussy with hungry sweeps of his tongue. Wet, tantalizing pleasure exploded through her core.
Blake gasped, panted, and struggled to see straight. She braced against the caravan’s wall behind his head. She hadn’t even finished her sentence, and now she couldn’t remember what she’d been saying. Every flick and swirl of his tongue brought her closer to bliss, blurring her thoughts until she yanked his hair and scrambled back, whimpering at the loss.
Defiance flared in his eyes. He pointed to his glistening lips. “Get back here.”
“No.”
“You’ll pay for this when it’s my turn.”
“I’m looking forward to it.”
“You’re so fucking perfect for me, Blake Hartley-Umbria.” His grin was feral.
She returned his smile, loving how right this felt. A flash of his emotion cut through their bond—hot and fast and full of something that felt like—then nothing. Was he playing with her now? Pushing her resolve? She growled and trailed kisses down his stomach, over muscles that jumped beneath her touch. He lifted onto his elbows to watch but made no move to force her lower.
Hooking her fingers into his waistband, she dragged his pants halfway down his legs. His erection rested against his thigh, long and heavy, veins distended, crown dusky. She continued her kisses along the shaft, lifting her gaze to his face.
If this fantasy scared him, the reward would surely be worth it.
Her first taste of him jerked his hips forward.
“Fuck,” he gasped. “Do that again.”
She swirled her tongue around his tip and then pumped his shaft. She continued lavishing attention on his cock until his whole body quivered and he sucked in short, fast breaths, head thrown back, throat working.
Then she stopped.
“Keep going,” he moaned.
“You know what to do.” She squeezed his shaft. “Lower the block and then promise to keep it down for good.”
“That’s not fair.” He scowled, thrusting into her hand, chasing more friction.
“Your fantasy was for me to force out what’s bothering you by using sex. Am I wrong?”
