Page 65 of The Princesses of Ruin
“I’ll never ask for more than you can give.”
“How is that fair?”
“Life isn’t fair, my goddess.”
She bites her lip and tears well behind her dark lashes once more.
I kiss her leg tenderly. “Show me how you need to be loved.”
Teach me how to be worthy of your affection. I’ll earn it.
My kiss turns into a soft bite and her nails prick my scalp.
“Show me. Guide me.”
The hand cupping my cheek moves to my chin and she pulls me to her center. Her breasts thump in time with her heartbeat. Anticipation has my mouth watering. I lick my lips, and she parts hers. Her grip on my hair remains constant: no pull, no push.
“Look,” she says, her cheeksflushing.
I drop my gaze to her exposed pussy and swallow my ravenous hunger.
Look, she said. Not touch. I know how to play by these rules.
She spreads her fingers wider, showing me all her beauty. Her clit is plump and swollen, begging for attention, but I keep inspecting. I trace the lines of her inner folds down to her glistening opening. The urge to push my tongue inside her is almost too great, but the firm grip on my hair reminds me that I’ve asked her to show me how to love her, and that she’s in control.
Just the way I want.
I look up at her. “What now, my goddess?”
“Taste,” she whispers. “Gently.”
She guides me closer, and I tilt my head to watch her face as I kiss her core for the first time. My tongue touches her opening, and I flatten it down, covering as much of her as I can. Her eyelids flutter shut as I give a slow drag up her center to her clit. The taste of her has my cock aching painfully, but both of my hands are occupied, and so it’ll stay right where it is, pinned against my thigh.
I complete my first taste and she pulls me back, her eyes locking on mine as I come out from under her. Her shoulders heave as she assesses me, her gaze darting down to my mouth, then back to my eyes.
“Now, eat.”
Finally.
I dive into her with a groan, pushing my tongue into her opening. Emillia yelps, her hand clutching my shoulder for support as her knee buckles. I drag her flavor up to her clit with another flat tongue, then tighten the tip to a hard point that I flick over her, side to side.
She whispers a curse to the gods and I can’t help but smile as I work, repeating the process. Down to her opening, spear inside andcurl. Flatten my tongue so that covers her entirely and glide up to her clit. Finally, sharp, precise flicks against it for several seconds. Again and again, I repeat the process meticulously, thoroughly, until she’s moaning with abandon.
Her knee buckles again. “Down,” she cries. “Lie down.”
I press her hard against my face as I pull her to the ground with me, untucking my legs as I go. Her knees dig into the bedroll beside my head, and I stare up at her while I feast. She moans, spreading her thighs wider so she can sink down on me farther. The pressure of her pussy grinding against my face is almost enough to make me come.
She grabs one of my hands and pulls it up her stomach and under her shirt, inviting me to touch. I graze the underside of her breast and groan at the softness of her skin. She pulls on my wrist, placing my fingers over her stiff nipple.
“Pinch,” she demands, and I do as I’m told.
I want to start gently, but the roughness of her thrusts on my nose and mouth drives me to reciprocate the same to her. She keens, her thighs trembling against my ears. I hold her ass in my other hand, bucking mindlessly as we drive her toward orgasm.
“Adrik, look at me,” she moans.
I hadn’t realized I’d closed my eyes. When I open them, the sight of her face contorted in pleasure makes my aching cock flex. She sucks down a deep gasp, her mouth falling open. She grips my wrist tighter, begging with her eyes, yearning for that tumble into the deep abyss of pleasure.
I groan like a beast and flatten my tongue for her to ride.
