Page 152 of Crown of Olympus
She was exquisite. More beautiful than any work of art, infinitely more real than any daydream I could conjure. I had to pinch my leg to make sure I wasn’t in some state of delusion.
This was actually happening.
Nyssa shivered as my breath danced across her pale, exposed skin. I memorised every curve and every muscle, learned the placement of every scar — and inwardly seethed that she even had them.
Iciness trickled down the bond as she froze, tensed like a caged creature. I could feel her hesitation, her fear, her shame.
I would not rush this, but nor was I going to let her bathe in emotions she did not need to feel. Gently, I pressed my lipsagainst a fresh cut along her calf, then another on the opposite knee, and one higher up on her thigh.
She exhaled sharply, her breath ruffling my damp hair. Her intoxicating scent teased my nose, and my cock twitched again.
Furies, I can’t wait much longer to know what she tastes like.
“Sit back for me, Nightshade. I want you to watch as I spread your pretty legs.”
She stifled a moan.
“I want you to see what you do to me when I taste you, like I’ve been dying to for months.”
Nyssa leaned back against the pink tiles and I gently pushed her knees apart.
Fuuuuuuuck.
I swallowed roughly, salivating at the sight. She was already dripping wet, and I hadn’t even touched her yet. If her scent was enough to cripple me, what would her taste do?
Watching her face, I leaned in slowly, allowing her the chance to withdraw.
But when I realised the only move she would make was the quick rise and fall of her chest, I leaned all the way in and placed the softest of kisses upon that throbbing bud.
She gasped as a bolt of pleasure zapped through her, and subsequently through me, courtesy of the bond.
I couldn’t help the smirk that curled my lips, somehow getting off on the fact that I was about to get her off, and I groaned — loudly. I ran my tongue along the entire length of her centre.
“You taste even better than I imagined,” I rasped.
“You’ve imagined it?”
“Profusely. Repetitively.Daily,” I replied, punctuating each word with another kiss to that aching spot — weaponising it. Determined to detonate her within minutes.
Furies, she tasted like every craving I’d ever had, all rolledinto one. Like the first drop of rain after a drought. Like the first kiss of winter after the blistering summer heat.
My cock ached, straining against my breeches, begging for her touch. But I would not rush this. Not for my own raging need. I’d handle that myself, later. It’d be no different to every other night — fisting my own length, picturing the beautiful, raven-haired, green-eyed goddess falling apart in front of me.
Becauseof me.
Tartarus, I’ll finish in my pants if I follow that line of thought.
I could have done without that knowledge, godling,Lykos drawled down the bond.Perhaps now would be a good opportunity to practice shielding your thoughts.
Fuck,I cursed. I threw up my walls, instantly feeling the wolf’s amused presence vanish.
Nyssa made a small, breathy sound, causing my heartbeat to stutter. My cock twitched so hard a thread snapped in the seam of my crotch.
Her sound shattered something inside me. I stopped trying to prolong the moment. No — I was done with slow. I needed to know what she looked like as she came, as she fell apart in my arms. I needed to witness her in a way that no one else ever had, or ever would.
Because if I knew anything for certain, it was this: Nyssa wasmine.
I lapped at her hungrily, focusing on that particular pearl that drew her loudest moans, her sharpest inhales, and made her hips roll into my face. My tongue caught every drop of her arousal, and I groaned — obscenely — at the taste of her.
