Page 51 of The Sorcerer's Thief
I can’t wait to put my hands back on him. My palms itch for his skin.
“To bed with me, Cricket.” His voice is always sexy, rich velvet, but especially so when he’s ordering me to bed with thatlookin his eyes. “Let me finish what I started.”
I’ll go to bed all right, but it’s my turn to please him. “Or—and this is just an idea I’m toying with here—you could lie back against those pillows, make yourself comfortable, and let me have my fair share, hmm?”
Color flushes his cheeks. “I suppose we could do that. Yes. Fair is fair and whatnot.”
I push him to the bed. He wrestles me to my back, plants a firm kiss on my lips, and flips us over so I’m on his chest.
“Gatekeeper’s dungeon, that was hot.”
“You like being manhandled a little?”
“Apparently. You could try fora lotnext time. I’d be willing.”
“Noted. Not another word out of you, especially about the blasted Gatekeeper, not when your mouth could be doing finer things.”
I couldn’t agree more and set to work exploring every lovely inch of him, lick by sensuous lick.
The sounds he makes spur me onward. Sweet, breathy sighs and deep, guttural moans from the back of his throat I’m not even sure he’s aware of. I’ll remember these pleasured little noises as long as I live. And that I’m drawing them from him, one intimate caress at a time.
When he reaches the same fevered precipice he’d brought on in me earlier, he squirms away from my reach, laughing.
His laugh always brings a grin to my lips. Such joy remains in him despite what he’s gone through, and I love that it shows itself now, as we’re learning each other.
“You’re quite good at that yourself.” He tugs at his balls to calm down. “Tell me you like to fuck.”
“I like to fuck.” That one’s easy.
“Preferences?”
“Specifically, I’d like you to fuck me, but I’m up for either.”
“Thank the stars because if I’m not inside you in the next five minutes, I’m going to explode.” He grabs me. “Come here.”
I don’t have to do a thing, though. He puts me right where he wants me, on my knees for him, shoulders down, and yes, I do relish being manhandled. “Yes,” I hiss the word into the pillow.
This part has never been my favorite. Sometimes I handle it myself for that reason, but Julian isn’t shy, so neither shall I be. He’s not hesitant either. He prepares me for what we’re about to do like a man on a mission. Quick, thorough, efficient.
Before long, I’m biting my arm to keep from squirming away from his clever fingers and tongue.
“Jules, I’m ready. So ready, Jules.”
“Yeah?” he asks from my nether regions.
“Yeah. How do you want me?”
“Roll over.”
I do, inviting Julian to me as though this act was fated, each of us waiting for this union our whole lives. Every decision leading up to this exquisite point.
In a moment’s clarity, I think of the coin, strangely silent through tonight’s activities. Approval, maybe?
Never mind.
Who cares what the coin thinks?
I know what I want, and that’s Julian in my arms and kissing my throat.
