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His eyes flashed as he tossed the blanket aside and pulled me to the edge of the bed. Both hands slipped behind my knees and pulled them apart while his eyes remained on mine. “Remembering the taste of you. The sight of you in that dripping silver nightgown while you writhed, learning how to receive pleasure.”

A kiss on my inner thigh had my heart pounding. My voice felt stuck. All I could do was breathe as his hands and lips stroked upwards.

“Tell me I can taste you again, Princess.”

“Yes.”

One move, and my legs were over his shoulders. I sank back onto the bed and breathed deep. Sudden heat rolled over my skin as he touched me with nothing but his breath, telling my body how close he was and drawing pleasure to the surface. Another moment and his mouth was on me.

Stars, every time they used their mouths I swore I forgot how good it felt. His mouth sealed over me and Iarchedoff the bed as he pushed his desire and arousal straight through our bond while he sucked the soul out of my body.

The stars were now behind my eyes. I fell apart, too wound up from wanting him, too overwhelmed by the feeling. But Sirrus didn’t stop. Instead he drank my pleasure greedily and showed me that he remembered everything they’d learned about my body while I’d been in their bed.

He didn’t stop when my thighs locked around his head in ecstasy or when I shuddered into bliss a third time. Not until I begged. “Sirrus, my heart will explode.”

“We can’t have that.” He crawled up over me like the predator he was. “I need you alive for a very long time so I can do that repeatedly.”

His lips shone with the remnants of my pleasure, and I was reminded of what I’d never been able to finish. Never even been able to start with him. He tilted his head in the dragon way, looking down at me, and I laughed. The way he stared felt like he was trying to figure something out.

“What are you thinking? I can’t interpret it.”

I swallowed. “The last time I tasted any of you was that day on the beach. With Endre. I never got to finish.”

Sirrus went still the way only a beast could, staring. Those blue eyes seemed to get bluer and clearer as his chest heaved. They blinked to gold and back again. “You desire it?”

“You’re telling me you don’t want my mouth on you?”

He groaned and dropped his mouth to mine, kissing me until I was breathless. “Of course I want that,” he growled.

“Then why do you hesitate?” Nerves fluttered in my stomach. “I won’t be skilled, but I will learn.”

Smoke came out of his nose when he snorted a laugh. “Lena. It is not that.”

“Then—”

“We’ve all come through something, and though I want to devour you, I want you to be ready and not merely returning a favor. I never want you to feel like my pleasure is more important than your soul. It is not.”

I sank my fingers into the short strands of his hair and kissed him again. Harder. “I know it’s not. But I want it too. I want to know how to make you come undone in the same way you do me.”

A low groan came out of him. “Mate.”

“Let me taste you,” I whispered in his ear. “I’ve heard many things and experienced none of them.”

Curiosity rang through the connection between us. “What have you heard?”

I smiled. “Whispers. About the ways a gentlewoman might please a man. When they thought I wasn’t listening, of course. Ways to take him deeper, and how, the deeper it was, the more pleasurable.”

It was his turn to smile, sultry and teasing. “Your body still isn’t used to my cock when I’m fucking you. Though I will absolutely enjoy your mouth, I don’t know if your throat is ready for all of me.”

I took that teasing smile and sent it right back. “Then I’ll simply have to practice, won’t I?”

I watched his breath go short. “I suppose so.”

“Let me taste you,” I ordered. “Just like this.”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

Sirrus was already naked, and the sight of his body over mine ashe shifted and knelt over me was nearly enough to send me into pleasure all over again. He looked down at me, the moonlight painting every line of him in brightness and shadow. The changing of his skin to the palest of blues, though it darkened and flowed in different places on his skin.