Page 90 of Fanged Embrace
Her answering grin, lips quirking against mine, was pure delight and her hands snaked down to my waist. “Then allow me to demonstrate another party trick.”
“Wait—Here?” My voice came out a strangled squeak and I pulled back abruptly, looking around like someone could turn a corner and spot us any second.
“Yes, here. Who’s going to stop us?” Before I could yelp a complaint, River flipped our positions with supernatural ease, and I couldn’t help but laugh—full and unguarded against her shoulder as she lay me out across the sofa.
Somewhere in the back of my mind the world was still burning, but I had precious minutes to spare. Time enough to tangle my fingers in her hair and moan into her throat when she pressed a knee between my legs.
I had time to part my lips and let her tongue pour into my mouth. Time to drag my fingers down her back and haul her closer while my hips bucked and rolled beneath her. We went from zero to a hundred in two seconds flat, and it was exhilarating. It was downright euphoric when her fingers carded through my hair and she kissed me to within an inch of my life.
By the time she pulled away I was already a mess—flat on my back and breathless with my arms above my head, blinking heavy-lidded eyes while River sat back to drink in the sight.
River’s gaze roamed, dark and reverent, until it returned to my face. “You’re so beautiful.”
Heat flared across my cheeks. I opened my mouth to argue, but the protest dissolved into a shaky exhale as she leaned in again, kissing me slow and steady—until words felt irrelevant.
When I reached up, hungry for her, River caught my wrists and guided them back to the cushion, and then sat back again. I lay there and let her do whatever it was she wanted to do, pliable and quivering in her hands.
She eased off my shoes first, then worked on undoing thebutton of my jeans. Every movement was unhurried, almost ceremonial, like she was unwrapping something precious. Fabric slid away by inches, leaving cool air and warm anticipation in its wake.
I canted my hips up while she removed my underwear, tense with anticipation and bare from the waist down. I fought the instinct to hide, to fold in on myself, but River’s eyes never left mine.
The certainty there made it easier—made me feel seen rather than exposed. She pressed a kiss just above my knee, then another higher up, lips drifting along my inner thigh, whispering something soft I couldn’t quite catch—all reassurance and hunger entwined.
“Okay?” she asked when she settled between my thighs, and the smoldering heat in her eyes stoked a fire in my own.
I nodded, though my pulse roared loud and wild in my ears. My hands came up to grip the cushion behind my head. “More than okay.”
River’s smile was gentle, promising. Her teeth flashed sharp and deadly, but the glimpse of those fangs only heightened the arousal. I wasn’t afraid of her, not in the slightest. I wanted to feel the scrape of those fangs over every inch of me.
Like she could read my mind—which, I supposed, in a way, she could—her teeth grazed my thigh, gravitating towards that throbbing ache between my legs, following the heat that pooled at my center. Then she lowered her head—and the world narrowed to the slow, dizzy slide of pleasure that followed.
My breath caught in my throat at the first slick brush of her tongue. It was an effort to keep still, to keep my hands firmly grasping the cushion while her tongue delved slow and steady through slick folds.
When her mouth traveled higher, licking languid circles around my swollen clit, I realized I didn’t have to bother—Riverwas strong enough to hold me steady. Her arms circled my thighs, an iron, inescapable grip that kept my hips firmly planted on the sofa despite my incessant bucking.
“Fuck.” My hand dropped to her head, fisting in her hair while my back arched of its own accord.
“One syllable?” River pulled back ever so slightly to murmur, hot breath washing over my throbbing core. “You can do better than that.”
I couldn’t answer, could barely register the teasing beyond the rushing in my ears. Pleasure built in waves while River maintained a careful, devastating focus between my legs, and I writhed as much as I could in the shackles of her arms.
The rhythmic motion of her tongue, the dig of her fingers in the soft flesh of my thighs—it all had me coming undone, heat culminating where her mouth worked strange magic on my clit.
I didn’t know I was moaning until my voice rose higher—louder and louder while she licked me into a frenzy—punctuated by stuttered breaths and serrated exhales. The fire burned bright and hot through my body, flaying my every nerve as she kept up the delicate dance with her tongue.
When the crest finally broke, it felt less like a shatter and more like a star flaring to life behind my eyelids—heat and light and stark relief all at once. I arched into her, a cry slipping free before the world washed bright and blurry at the edges. River’s arms loosened ever so slightly, enough to let my rolling hips move against her mouth, riding out the shockwaves on her welcoming tongue.
Afterward, I sagged boneless against the cushions, chest heaving violently while I strained to draw in breath—stray giggles bubbling on my lips because I didn’t know what else to do with the unexpected, entirely inappropriate, flood of happiness that followed. I felt giddy, utterly ridiculous, but sated beyond belief.
River stretched out beside me and rested her head on my stomach. Her arms circled my thighs in a tight, possessive bracket, fingertips idly stroking circles into sweat-dampened skin. I closed my eyes, struggling to regain composure, chasing my senses that had gotten loose somewhere in the heat of the moment.
My hand lifted to trail through her hair, stroking her unruly curls that splayed out over my stomach. River leaned into the touch, like a cat looking for cuddles, burying her face in my abdomen and planting soft, sensual kisses there.
Her sigh was content against my skin, steeped in bliss, and her words came out whispered with reverence. “I think I’m falling in love with you.”
My stomach dropped.
A cold dread flooded my veins, seizing my body and stiffening my limbs. My hand on her hair stilled, fingers frozen solid by the unexpected confession.
