Page 39 of Crying Wolfe
Eli positioned himself between her legs, preventing her trembling knees from closing with the width of his shoulders.
“My gown,” she whispered through a hand still pressed against her mouth.
Lifting enough to find the hem, he rolled it up her legs, kissing every exposed inch of her. Even here he found the oddest things to appreciate. The graceful arch of her foot, the nibs of her active little toes, curling and stretching with overwrought sensation. Her ankle was delicate, her calves long, her knee smooth with an eminently kissable little dimple beside it.
Lord but she was soft, especially here on the insides of her thighs where tiny blue veins threaded beneath thinner, impossibly smoother skin.
He sucked in a breath through his teeth as he lifted the veil of her nightgown above her waist.
When the instinctive clamp of her knees was thwarted by his shoulders, she reached down to cover herself.
One hand over her mouth. The other over her sex.
This instinct was wrong. Was a product of what the world did to a woman. Made her ashamed of her sounds and her sex. Both of which, he craved.
Doing his best to put her at ease, he kissed and nuzzled, nudged and cajoled. Her knuckles, the valley between her fingers where the damp cove beckoned. “Do not hide from me, honey,” he said darkly. “Do not deny me a taste of heaven.”
“You can’t possibly want—”
His head snapped up as he rippled with dominant need. “I’ll tell you what I want.”
She visibly swallowed.
“I want you to put your hands down at your sides,” he ordered on a barely contained growl. “I want to hear you come apart beneath my mouth. I want you to sing my name. To scream it to those stars you like so much. To sob and cry and beg with abandon. Without shame. I want you to writhe and buck beneath my face. To ride my lips like you would a wild pony. I want a river of your come in my mouth, and when I finally fuck you, I want it to drench my cock, as well.”
“Stop,” she breathed, both hands lifting to cover her face, exposing her sex to him once again. “You’re too wicked. I’ll do what you want, but say no more.”
“Then. Put. Your. Hands. Down.”
She obeyed him, threading her trembling fingers into the velvet coverlet.
Taking pity on her, he smoothed his lips over her inner thighs, breathing in her distinct, feminine fragrance. Swallowing the rush of moisture his mouth produced.
He took a moment to just look at her, to appreciate the delicate, glistening ruffles of her sex. She was compact and contained in a little cove of wispy dark curls as sweet and small as the rest of her. Pleasure and a very masculine sort of pride lanced through him, filling even the spaces between his heartbeats, carrying one truth with it.
Mine.
Entranced, Eli parted her with reverent fingers, exposing her thoroughly. The pink, swollen flesh at her core pulsed and clenched at emptiness.
He would fill her soon enough.
But first, he’d make her scream his name.
He nuzzled his mouth into soft flesh no other man had been blessed enough to enjoy, with a bone-deep purr of satisfaction. Licking her open with the flat of his tongue, he tasted her recent pleasure, a skein of moist, feminine silk.
She gasped and trembled, her hands again fisting in the coverlet, draining of all color.
But her thighs fell truly apart in hopeless capitulation.
Eli’s tongue slithered and slid through pliant ridges of quivering flesh, devouring her flavor, warm dark honey and liquid desire. He soaked his lips with it, trailing from the secreted bud all the way down to the entrance of her body from which the spring still flowed.
He fluttered there for a moment, testing the tight ring with the tip of his tongue, prodding it enough to feel the muscles clench with the rhythm of her own racing heart.
Fuck she was tight. He pressed again at her core, laving and loving it, until a hand clenched in his hair, and she made a plaintive little moan.
He smiled against her sex, knowing more than she did, it seemed, what she was asking him to do.
Flattening his tongue, he split the seam of her inner folds and brushed the bundle of nerves they protected with a featherlight flick.
