Page 103 of Fate's Sweetest Curse
“Hm?”
“Kiss me.”
He met my eyes. “Where?”
You know where, my gaze said.
“Here?” One finger pushed into me.
I let out a strangled gasp.
But instead of giving me what I wanted—more, more, more—Noble removed his finger and stood. His hands found my waist and he guided me to my feet, too. Slowly, he slid the thin straps of my chemise off my shoulders. The seam of the neckline caught on the tips of my breasts, and Noble’s pupils swallowed up his irises as he tugged the fabric down my waist to the floor, revealing me.
“Look at you,” he murmured. “Even more perfect than I imagined.” He bent, kissing me on the mouth, hard and slow, stubble scraping my cheeks. Then, he said, “Let’s get you on your back.”
Before I could react, he lifted me up and carried me to the bed, laying me down with my legs hanging off the side of the mattress.
Standing over me, he dragged his hand from my sternum to my belly, then slid his thumb across my clit. My body jerked, sensitive but craving.
“Please,” I breathed.
“Anything,” he answered.
Then he was on his knees on the floor again, hooking one of my legs over his shoulder as he brought his mouth to my center. He was gentle at first, testing my responses. He slid his tongue in the same manner as he had his thumb, gliding across my clit. A soft gasp escaped me, and he did it again.
“More,” I begged.
He picked up his pace, licking and sucking in the same path. In all the many ways I’d fantasized about Noble, getting feasted upon like this had never crossed my mind. His kiss was controlled but messy, precise but insatiable. While one hand trailed up my ribs, cupping a breast, the other slid between my thighs. Two fingers pushed inside, stretching me, curling upward to stroke the sweetest inner spot.
My back arched.
“Yes,” Noble encouraged.
He was circling my clit with his tongue, working me with his fingers. The muscles in my core clenched with a needy pulse. The leg that was hooked over his shoulder tensed, my heel digging into his back as I grew taut. I lifted my head, glancing down to see his mouth between my legs, eyes closed, forehead creased with devoted focus. The sight brought me even closer.
I let my head fall back again, losing myself to the pleasure. That warm honey sensation was filling me, filling me, filling me…
…and then it spilled over, flooding me with golden heat.
I threaded my fingers into his hair, holding on, gasping, and shaking with release. Noble continued on, slowing as I became more sensitive, only to speed up again, demanding more pleasure from me. I moaned, riding a wave of pure light, liquid gold, the orgasm gilding me from the inside out.
Noble slowed, then stopped altogether. With his face framed by my thighs, he smiled up at me with wicked triumph.
I unhooked my leg from his shoulder and sat up to taste myself on his lips.
“More?” he asked against my mouth.
I nodded enthusiastically.
Noble rose to his full height and got to work unbuttoning his trousers. “Do you…?”
“I take an anti-pregnancy tincture.”
A quick nod as he stepped out of his clothes.
My mouth went dry.
I’d seen him naked earlier, but this was…different. He hadn’t been hard when he opened his door.Now… I looked at the ceiling, feeling overwhelmed again. He was too perfect.Thiswas too perfect. My mind couldn’t keep up. My skin tingled all over, charged like a summer storm, lighting threatening the air.
