Page 147 of Kissed By the Gods
“Besides, no one has ever seen me like this but you.”
His smile is viciously satisfied. “And they never will,” he says it like it’s a threat. He slides down the bed, pulling me with him, until he’s kneeling at the floor and pulling my legs up over his shoulders.
“What are you doing?” I ask him, breathlessly.
“Finding something to do with my hands down here,” he says, staring at me, his eyes burning with a hunger that feels both dangerous and desperate. He raises his gaze back to mine. His eyes are dilated. “And my tongue. If my dreams—well, our dreams—are accurate, you really enjoy my tongue.”
I flush, still embarrassed that I reached out to him through the Veil forsex. Being with him then felt incredibly real, definitely more real than a mere dream. But now, that memory feels strangely distant. Like it didn’t quite happen to me. I watch, intensely curious as he uses his fingers to brush gently down my center.
“Sweet Serephelle,” he rasps. “Sweet. So Sweet.”
And then his finger, which had been slowly sliding and spreading the wetness at my core, finds my clit. The sensation has me falling against the bed, one hand coming up to tangle in my own hair, and the other coming up to cover the ragged moan that escapes from my mouth.
He reaches for my hand, pulling it away from my mouth, linking his fingers with mine.
“Don’t hide your pleasure from me,” he growls. “Don’t you ever hide from me.”
I moan again, louder. His shield wraps around the room. Protecting us.
His other hand continues to rub my clit. He presses hard, almost to the point of pain, before he backs off and lightly circles. And he does it again and again. The tension at my core is growing, impossibly tighter and higher. I bite my lips to hold myself together, my free hand gripping and releasing the curls at my scalp in rhythm to his attention. He draws his finger back, and I relax at the reprieve, until his mouth replaces it. I shoot up from the bed, and I can’t help but cry out. My breath is panting now as I watch him, first gently suckling and then licking.
I’m coming undone, and I don’t know whether I want it to unravel faster or stop so I can piece myself back together before he sees me come apart. My head falls back as he inserts a single finger inside. The tension winds tighter, and I grip my hands in his hair.
“Let go, Leina,” he says in that rough voice of his. “I’ve got you.”
I fight it, though I don’t know why. But somehow, letting go, going over this precipice with him, is the most terrifying thing I’ve ever done.
“Let it come,” he whispers. “I won’t let you fall.”
And then he covers my clit with his mouth and sucks hard while his finger works deeper to find a place inside that causes me to fall. Andfall.
The sensation has me arching up from the bed, toward him, chasing the pleasure even as the fire rages. I shatter, losing pieces of myself. They scatter so far, I wonder if I’ll ever get them back.
But he stays with me, gently bringing me back down. Every part of me is like molten lava, relaxed and flowing. My quivering thighs, which had been tight with tension around his head, fall open. My hand, which had clenched in his hair, drops to my side. I open my eyes to find him watching me, beads of sweat on his brow, his gaze taking in my every tremor, my every breath, my every contented sigh.
He doesn’t miss any of it.
I sit up and reach for his trousers. “Your turn,” I tell him, starting to tug at his leather pants.
But he crawls up over me and then swoops down to catch me in a quick kiss. He wraps his arms around my back, and then flips us, so that I’m straddling his chest.
“Our turn, Leina” he says, his hand sliding down my body as he continues to explore. “It’s alwaysours.”
“Let them call love a weakness if they must. But I know the truth. I’ve never fought more fiercely than with Thalric’s life in the balance.”
Personal journal of Nyrica
CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
RYOT
Sweet Serephelle,but her pleasure is the most incredible thing I’ve ever witnessed, the sight of it threatening to unravel my control again. I fight with every breath, with every touch, to focus on her pleasure and her passion and not take hernow.
I want her drenched from coming on my hand, against my mouth, and around my cock. Her face is bright with passion, but I want her whole body flushed with it, until her blood is on fucking fire. She’s languid with pleasure, smiling in sleepy repose, but I want her exhausted, her entire body sated and limp.
