Page 88 of Kiss of Fire

Eagerly, she arched her back as he trailed his lips down her neck, her collarbone. When his tongue slicked over one dark aureole, she slid her hands into his hair and pulled him closer. He sucked the tip into his mouth, thrashing it lightly until it was diamond hard. The bolts of pleasure he was stoking seemed to shoot straight to her groin.

She rubbed her hips against him, a deliberate invitation. He groaned softly around her breast.

“You are making it very difficult to concentrate.”

She reached down and grasped him through his trousers, unprepared for his girth. He was as hard as rock. The feel of him fanned the heat between her legs into an inferno.

“I want you,” she whispered. “Inside me. Please.”

“I promised I would not.”

“I’m releasing you from your promise.”

He gently took her hand and removed it, threading his fingers through hers.

“When you make the same request without being under the influence of an aphrodisiac, I will gladly oblige, my beautiful halfling. But for now, let me do my job.”

He lifted her onto the bed and laid her down. Her eyes dilated with pleasure as he stroked his hands over her breasts, her waist, the warm curve of her belly. Her hips bucked upwards, desperate for his touch.

He drew off her underwear, making her wait as he drank in the sight of her; skin flushed, eyes half closed, raven hair splayed across the pillow. She is magnificent, he thought.

And then he parted her thighs and tasted her.

The first touch of his tongue sent an exquisite shock through her whole body. She writhed helplessly, unable to stop. She wasn’t in control of her reactions anymore. He was.

He licked at her swollen tissues, each stroke creating a delicious tension until she was quivering like a bow. She moaned as he kissed the most sensitive part of her, teasing her with his tongue until she was pressing hard against his mouth.

She had never experienced sensations like this before. She was terrified and elated at the same time. If he didn’t stop, she was going to break.

She begged him not to stop.

Her hips rocked frantically as he licked and lapped, driving her closer to the edge. She was nectar to him, her wetness increasing with each pass of his tongue. And when she was poised on the very brink, he took the engorged little nub into his mouth and sucked.

She shattered. Again and again. Shattered into a million pieces. Heat rippled through her, fed by her shuddering ecstasy. Through each glorious wave, he licked at her steadily, pleasuring her until she cried out, unable to stop herself.

And when finally the spasms receded, she was left adrift in a cloud of bliss. Her body felt boneless, weightless, deliciously torpid. She lay tangled among the sheets in a sweet haze and revelled in her newfound knowledge.

So that was an orgasm. She couldn’t understand why people weren’t having them every single minute of every single day.

She opened her eyes to find Shade watching her. A blush started somewhere round her navel and worked its way up to her face.

“Hi,” she said shyly. She wanted to cover herself with a sheet but it seemed pointless.

“Hello.” A smile played round his lips. “How do you feel?”

The throbbing between her legs had gone. She didn’t feel aroused anymore. Just satiated. And very, very lethargic.

“Amazing. I’ve never ever felt that way before. I can barely move.”

“Then your previous lovers were lacking in finesse,” Shade said drily.

“I haven’t had any lovers. Locked in a hospital, remember? Very small dating pool.”

His expression changed.

“You have never been intimate with a partner?”

The incredulity in his voice made her feel small. She ducked her head.

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