Page 45 of Bride of the Black Dragon
“Spread your thighs for me, little dove,” he murmurs. “Let me heal you more.”
The sound of his voice curls through me like smoke and I tremble.
“More?” I look down at my thighs. All the wounds and gouges from the thorns are gone now—my skin is smooth again. “But…I’m already healed.”
“No, you need deeper healing,” he insists and his eyes are half-lidded as he looks up at me. “I can feel your need.”
“I…are you sure you want to…to do that?” I’m still not sure what he intends. I know he doesn’t want to put his mouth on me there—no man would do that, even for his wife. Would he?
“Let me show you how much I want to,” he growls.
Then he sweeps me up into his arms and carries me into the bedchamber.
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ELAINA
I can’t move…can’t breathe. My heart is pounding so hard I’m sure it’s trying to escape my chest.
I’m standing in the center of Xaren’s enormous bedchamber—towel barely clinging to me, heart pounding—and he’s kneeling between my legs with his mouth near my most private place like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
“What…what are you going to do to me?” I ask, my voice coming out high and breathless. “I mean, I don’t really need any more, er, healing.”
He looks up at me, his eyes lazy with lust.
“I want to taste you, little dove. I want to slip my tongue deep in your soft little pussy and taste your juices right from the source.”
My breath catches in my throat.
“You…I mean, really?”
“Really.” He gives me a slow smile. “But we can take things slowly if you want—we can start with kissing. Would you like that?”
I’m not sure what to say—I never expected him to offer to kiss me between my legs. But just imagining his mouth on me there has my heart pounding and my nipples feeling tight and achy. Also, I’m definitely getting hot and wet.
“I guess so,” I say at last, not wanting to sound too eager.
“Good.” He takes my hips and draws me forward. “Been wanting to do this from the first minute you slipped into my bed.”
He has? Before I can ask more, he’s already pressing his hot mouth to my mound and my thoughts all fly away.
His mouth is warm…skilled…and utterly devoted. He’s not tentative, not cautious—no, he kisses me like a starving man savoring the first drop of honey after a long, cold winter.
Oh Goddess of Mercy…
My knees threaten to buckle but his hands are firm on my hips, steadying me, encouraging me. His big body dwarfs mine and yet he handles me with such gentleness I feel perfectly safe with him—even in this intimate situation.
He presses a long, hot kiss to the outer lips of my sex and I shiver all over.
It feels so good…but also—wrong? No, not wrong, just…forbidden. Shocking. None of my married sisters have ever described a man doing this to them. If anything, they’ve made jokes behind fans about the indignities women endure to pleasure their husbands. But never the other way around. A man using his mouth like this?
It’s unheard of.
And yet, Xaren does it like it’s his birthright. As though he was made to kneel before me, mouth pressed to my heat, tongue slipping just a little deeper—ah!
I moan, fingers flying to his broad shoulders, clutching the hard muscle as if I can anchor myself to reality.
His tongue dips deeper, teasing my aching clit.
