Page 37 of Taurus's Quest
“Busy and dangerous.” She chewed her lower lip.
“Having second thoughts about coming?”
“Yes. No.” She huffed out a breath. “What if we find the Labyrinth and whatever’s inside kills us?”
“It won’t.”
“Your confidence is admirable, but unlike you, I can’t sprinkle magical stardust to heal.”
“If you don’t want to come, then that’s okay.” Fuck Sage’s decree that he had to bring her. He’d rather Circe be safe.
“I am not backing out, but…” She couldn’t hold his gaze and stared at her wiggling toes. “If this is my last night on Earth, I’d rather not spend it alone.”
His brows shot up. Was she suggesting what his dirty mind immediately jumped to?
“I’m more than happy to snuggle,” he offered.
“Just snuggle?” she murmured.
Definitely more than a hint. And he wasn’t about to turn her down.
“I know just the thing to relax you,” he declared, taking the single step between them and scooping her into his arms.
“I was hoping you’d say that.” A softly spoken statement that came with nibbles along his jaw.
He couldn’t reach her bed fast enough. He set her upon the comforter, and she went to her knees, hands immediately tugging at his shirt. It took him seconds to strip, and he had the pleasure of peeling her out of her clothes.
Then he got to admire. Her full breasts with the dusky nipples. The indent of her waist that led to flaring hips. The dark thatch between her legs. She stared at him just as boldly, and he couldn’t help but slightly flex to show his muscles off.
She licked her lips. “Goodness you’re a big man.”
A comment that swelled him even larger.
He knelt on the bed in front of her and dragged her against his body, drawing a grasp as their flesh touched.
“You are stunning,” he murmured before leaning in to kiss her. This time the kiss went on and on without interruption, fueling his arousal, leaving her flushed, the both of them needy.
He lay her down on the bed, and he settled in beside her, nuzzling the soft skin of her neck, feeling her racing pulse.
With one hand, he caressed a breast while he blew hotly on the other, puckering the bud.
When he latched on, tugging the nipple into his mouth, she arched and cried out in pleasure. Her fingers grabbed hold of his hair as she moaned and enjoyed his teasing of her tight nub. He lavished each breast with attention, sucking on the peaks, drawing them taut.
He kept teasing the buds as his hand slid down her rib cage, across her belly, dragging through her soft curls before slipping between her legs. A rub across her nether lips left his fingers wet.
He’d never been more eager to taste. He knelt between her legs and feasted. Spread the petals of her sex and let his tongue play. He licked her. Groaned at her honeyed ambrosia. Teased the bud that arched her hips. Brought her to the point where she panted and writhed.
But when he would have fucked her, and given her what her pussy desired, she reached out for him and, in a husky voice, said, “My turn to play. Lie down.”
He just about shot his load at the promise in those words. He threw himself flat on the bed, and to his shock, she sixty-nined him.
Had there ever been a luckier man?
While he returned to eating her pussy, she wrapped her mouth around his throbbing shaft, sucking and bobbing, obviously enjoying it. How could he tell? The way her pussy creamed against his lips. How it tightened and squeezed when he inserted a finger. When he added a second, she paused her cock sucking and moaned, bouncing her bottom against his hand.
When he thought he might come, she stopped and repositioned herself so she straddled him.
He held her gaze, her eyes half-lidded with lust, cheeks flushed, lips pouty and full as she lowered herself on his cock. A cock that stretched her tight channel. Her head went back, and she sighed as she took his shaft deep, her fingers splayed on his chest, nails digging in.
