Page 56 of The Queen and the Half-blood
The Mother forgive her, she wasn’t ready for what would come next—for rough fingers, probing, invading, hurting.
20: ONLY YOU AND ME
“EASY, LARA.” ALAR stroked his fingers up the inside of one of her thighs. His fingers brushed the nest of soft auburn hair between her legs then, and she squeaked. He glanced up at her, his iron gaze glinting, before he stroked her again in the same place. This time, she bit down on her lower lip.
She couldn’t believe she’d made such a noise.
And then, his finger slid down, into the cleft between her spread thighs.
She gasped, a tremor rippling through her.
In response, Alar murmured something she didn’t catch under his breath. A moment later, he parted her with his other hand, exposing her fully to his hot gaze.
Lara’s eyes flickered shut, humiliation washing over her. What an idiot she was. Why had she insisted they do this?
He started to caress her with the pad of a finger then, stroking, rubbing, and circling. Gently.
Sensation clutched at her lower belly, and her eyes snapped open to find Alar looking up at her, watching her reaction. “How’s that then?”
She stared back at him before swallowing hard. Words failed her.
In return, he favored her with a wicked smile. He lifted his other hand then, and, while continuing to stroke her, slid a long finger into her. “And this?”
Lara shuddered, and she bit down hard on her lower lip.Gods!
He moved his finger in and out of her before inserting another. A moment later, he curled his fingers up, touching a place deep inside her that made her choke back a gasp. She became aware then of just how aroused she was. Legs splayed wide, she stared down at where his hands slowly worked her. Wet sounds filled the alcove. This shouldn’t feel so delicious, but it did. Her thighs started to tremble, tension coiling low in her belly.
Her gasp filled the alcove as she climbed to the brink. She couldn’t help it; she was pushing her hips against him now, encouraging him deeper, while his finger circled the swollen pearl of flesh above her hungry quim.
“Aye,” he murmured, a rasp to his voice. “That’s it … let go.”
A moment later, she did. Her head fell back, her body shuddering as pleasure crested like a wave and then pulsed through her loins.
Trembling, she collapsed onto the sheepskin, panting. She looked up at Alar then, but he wasn’t looking at her. Instead, he was watching the fire, his gaze wide.
“What is it?” Lara gasped, breathless from her climax.
“The fire in the hearth just flared bright,” he replied. “As did the burning cressets.”
She froze.Shit.Had the flames surrounding her responded to her loss of control? No, that couldn’t be right. “It’s windy outdoors,” she answered, still breathless. “There must have been a draft.”
He inclined his head, considering her explanation for a moment before accepting it. And then, as she lay there, spread out before him, her body flushed and damp with sweat, he rose smoothly to his feet.
A moment later, he started unlacing his breeches.
Lara couldn’t help it; her gaze slid down his lean torso to where the bold outline of his erection pressed against snug leather. Earlier, she’d panicked at the sight of his leather-clad groin, but she didn’t now. Instead, curiosity wreathed up.
She couldn’t believe she wanted to see him, but she did.
Alar pushed down his breeches and kicked them aside. His shaft had sprung up against his belly—long, thick, and slightly tapered. Its end leaked. Alar sank to his knees before her and took himself in hand, sliding his fist up and down its swollen length.
Lara started to sweat.
What a sight.
“Are you ready?” His voice was throaty, his gaze ravenous now. “Or shall I tease you for a bit longer?”
Sweat beaded across her chest at the sensual promise in his words. There was a traitorous part of her that wanted to rise to the challenge and ask him to do just that. However, she reminded herself that they needed to get this over with.
