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I couldn't fight back the smile that curved my lips. "Is that all?"
"So eager," he purred. "But since you asked so nicely, I'm also thinking about my mouth on every inch of your skin, tasting you until you're sobbing with need," he continued, his voice dropping low. "About watching you fall apart on my tongue, my fingers, my cock, until you're nothing but a trembling mess begging for more."
I circled my clit slowly, my eyelids getting heavier with every dirty whisper.
"I'm imagining how you'd feel wrapped around me," he said, each word deliberate. "How tight you'd be, how wet, how perfect."
I moaned, my movements growing more urgent.
"That's it," he encouraged. "Show me how you'd move if I were inside you."
My hand moved down, fingers curving, hittingthe spot that made me see stars. I panted, back arching until my shoulders hit the wood of his desk. I was laid out for him, my hips rocking forward, grinding onto my palm.
My eyes were fluttering closed in ecstasy when a shadow appeared behind my eyelids.
"Look at me," he commanded. His voice was right above me.
I did as he asked, locking my gaze with his as waves of pleasure began to build within me.
His arms framed my body.
My heartbeat felt like it would choke me. I arched up towards him, desperate for contact, but he was positioned just far enough. I wanted his elongated fingers to replace my own, reaching places I couldn't. I wanted his searing mouth to steal away my last vestiges of control. For my moans, which had turned all but pleading, to breakhiscontrol.
"Is this what you want to see, Warden?" I asked, my voice low and challenging. "Me desperate for you while you just stand there? Or would you rather feel how wet I am thinking about you?"
His eyes darkened dangerously.
"You're torturing yourself as much as me," I continued, emboldened by the hunger in his gaze. "We both know you want to be the one making me scream."
"And deprive myself of this view?" he murmured. "No, I intend to watch you lose yourself."
I bit back a snarl at his refusal?—
"Say my name," he ordered. "I want to hear my name on your lips when you come."
My fingers had found an intoxicating rhythm, the sounds of my need filling the room. My breathing caught in my throat, every muscle vibrating, aching as I climbed higher and higher.
My eyes rolled back, and I felt his presence shift from above, lowering as his breath ghosted against my inner thigh. His position had my hips lifting desperately before he exhaled sharply against my core, that feeling alone becoming my undoing as I spiraled into aworld-shattering orgasm. One that took away every coherent thought.
"Xül," I gasped, the single syllable a prayer and a curse combined.
My back flattened across the desk as the waves receded. Xül looked utterly wrecked. His chest rose and fell rapidly, and though he hadn't moved from his position, hadn't touched me once, naked desire flared behind his eyes.
For a long moment, neither of us spoke, the only sound in the room our ragged breathing gradually slowing.
Finally, Xül reached for my hand.
Slowly, he lifted my fingers to his mouth. His eyes never left mine as his lips parted. I gasped as I felt his tongue swirl around them, tasting what remained of my pleasure, his eyes closing briefly.
He pressed the gentlest of kisses to my fingertip before releasing my hand.
"Sweet dreams, starling," he murmured. Without another word, he turned and walked toward the door, leaving me breathless and trembling on his desk.
Chapter 49
The Blind Seer
The midday sunhung high in Draknavor's blood-red sky. Xül walked beside me, his long strides measured to match my own as we made our way back to the Bone Spire. Five days had passed since that night in his study, and neither of us had brought it up—what happened on his desk, the way he'd watched me, the promises whispered in darkness.
