Page 249 of Cursed Evermore
A soft whimper escaped her lips, and she reached up to cup my face. I deepened the kiss, tasting her hungrily, my hands roaming up her torso to cup her breasts as she arched her back against my chest.
“Let me see you,” I whispered over her lips.
She bit back a smile as I turned her around to face me. She leaned against the wall.
I took a step back and drank in the sinful sight of her unrepentant beauty—the swell of her breasts with their hard, rose-tipped nipples, the curve of her waist, the smooth mound of bare skin between her thighs.
Moonlight slid over her body like silk, her skin dewed from the heat of the water, flushed and glowing.
“You're giving me that look again.” Her lips were swollen from my kiss, and her eyes burned with need and something else.
Trust.Finally, she trusted me, and I'd wear that truth like a badge of honor.
“Indulge me, mage. I'm enjoying my favorite parts of you.”
She giggled, and I relished the happiness on her face. I remembered how envious I'd been that night when I first saw her smiling at Garrick. Now her smiles came easily for me. And they were different. They reached her eyes, where there was a light that gave me a window into her soul.
“What are your favorite parts of me?” Her soft voice drifted over my mind, luring me back into listless obsession.
I let the cloth fall to the floor and stepped closer, deciding I'd work my way over her body from bottom to top.
I dropped to my knees before her, the stone cool against my shins. I lifted her leg and lowered my mouth to kiss the tops of her feet. “I love your feet.”
“My feet?” She laughed. “Feet aren't pretty.”
“Yours are.” I planted more kisses on her feet then up her legs. “I love these, too, especially the way they wrap around me when I'm pounding into you.”
She stilled when I reached the smooth mound of her folds, awareness wide in her eyes. It was that beautiful, fragileawareness of a woman being seen,truly seen, and still wanting more.
“I like you here.” I spread her thighs and lifted one leg over my shoulder, then licked her clit. Her breath hitched, sweet and sharp, and I felt her body yield to mine without a single word. “This is mine now, mage. No one will ever touch you here but me. Because this—this sacred place—belongs to me.”
Briefly, I sucked on her clit and licked into her heat, pulling a moan from her lips.
She pressed her fingers against the wall and gazed down at me, pleasure brimming in her eyes. I looked up at her with a reverence I'd never shown anyone, taking in the rivulets of water sliding down her breasts and the flat planes of her belly.
My hands slid up her thighs, spreading her open, and I anchored her entrance to my mouth, drinking in every breath and tremble she gave me.
I tasted her slowly. One reverent stroke of my tongue against her folds, then another, firmer, deeper, until her head tipped back and another moan cracked from her throat.
Her fingers tangled in my hair, tugging me closer as her hips rocked forward and she moaned louder.
Gods, the sound of her pleasure unraveled me, but I didn't let her tip over the edge. I planned to make her come apart again. But not yet.
When I pulled away with a savage grin, she frowned.
“You're so evil for torturing me,” she said in a breathy rasp.
“You're the one who asked me about my favorite parts of you. There's still more, Ziyka.”
She shot me a bashful smile. “Like what?”
“This.” I released her leg and kissed her stomach, then up and up to her breasts. “And these. I love these. A male could feast on these forever.”
I took each nipple into my mouth and sucked, swirling my tongue around the tight peaks because I knew it would drive her crazy.
It did. She gripped my shoulders and moaned. “Wolfe…”
I sucked until she melted against me, then I pulled away again, eliciting another scowl from her pretty face.
