Page 84 of Feverburn

Her smile pulled to one side. “I like it.” Her eyes searched mine as she pressed herself even closer. “What about that other word you said often? It starts with an S.” Her lashes lowered, watching my mouth.

“Se agapo.”

She smiled, “Yeah, that’s the one. Say it again.” Her fingers traced my lips.

We sounded it out slowly together. “Sah-gah-poh.”

“What does it mean?” she asked.

“I love you.”

Her eyebrows pinched together. “But you said it on Litha.”

“I said it then and meant it.” I cupped her face. “And I mean it still.”

She took in a savoring breath, eyes twinkling as they roamed mine. From there,we kissed, swinging together. I tore the robe off her, its silky fabric pooling at my feet as I kissed her breasts, loving how she arched her back.

She let out a little grunt of impatience as I rolled her to rest on the bed so I could rid myself of underwear, wanting to be naked with her. As I undressed, her eyes widened, which did wonders for my ego.

“Do you trust me?”I asked her.

She only nodded, squirming on the bed in anticipation.

“Good, close your eyes.”

As she did, I took her arms, resting them above her head on the pillow. From there, I quietly plucked one of the peacock feathers from her vase. It was as long as my forearm. I ran it through my hand, smoothing it out before gently placing its tip on Rosie’s sternum. She flinched on reflex, then relaxed, realizing it was soft. I continued to drag it to her navel as a smile spread across her lips. With her smile spreading, so did her legs.

She let out a pleased hum while the feather traveled lower over her hip bones, swirling each before committing to one leg. When I skimmed her inner thighs, she squirmed, trying to get it closer to her center. Not letting her off that easy, I traveled up her curves, along her hip, into the notch of her waist. Nearing her breasts, I went even slower on the edges. She wiggled more, wanting the feather to touch her nipples. It didn’t.

“You look sogorgeous, baby,”I said. She was silent,lostin how the feather tickled the sensitive backs of her arms and palms.“Tell me howluckyI am.”

“You’re so—”she shrank as I trailed the feather on her neck. Regaining composure, she committed with a breathy tone.“You’re soluckyto have me.”

“Go on.”

“You’re soluckyto have me herenaked, wanting you.”

That was more for her than me, but damn, it sounded good.

She continued, eyes still closed,“And I’m soluckyto have you here, doing this to my body. I know it’s just the star—”her breath hitched when the feather finally brushed her nipple. She swallowed hard, writhing.“Just the start.”

I moved on to the other nipple.“Mmhmm, you’re right about that,”I agreed, idly sliding between each breast. I leaned down to swirl,suck, and flick the flesh, only to replace my mouth with the feather when she twisted towards me. Then, without notice, I swiped the feather against the seam of her pussy.

She licked her lips, opening her eyes. I did it again before picking up her leg while I kneeled on the bed. Holding her ankle, I rested it on my shoulder and teased down her leg with the feather. A vulnerable little whimper escaped her as I replaced it with my mouth when I settled between her legs. “I want you.”

“Then have me,” she replied, tickling my back with the feather while bending her legs to give me more access. From there, I undid her the way I knew she liked most. Her smooth walls clamped around my fingers as I licked her. Her mouth hung with silent cries.

“Let it crash, my love,” I urged quietly as her breaths continued to hitch. I pushed her legs closer to intensify everything right before she fell apart.

“I am so fucking wet, I can feel it,” she said, hands searching.

I grabbed her robe, putting it under her. “I love it. You’re such a pretty little mess for me.”

Before she could argue or feel embarrassed, I went in for a round two, leaving her shuddering moments after.

As she recovered, she rolled me on my back and kissed down my body. Bracing herself over me, her tattooed fingers wrapped around my penis and pumped. In the candlelight, my senses got hazy, only tuning into the hypnotic hum of her mouth rhythmically gliding up and down my cock, her lashes fluttering before her gaze pinned me. Reveling in how she so desperately wanted to make me fall apart and how I did, my creamy load covering the runes on her fingers.

Afterward, we rested facing each other, discussing what we liked about each other’s bodies, running our hands over each part we complimented. We told each other secrets,confessions, and jokes. It was like a little sphere of solitude we existed in—remembering what we were fighting for and what we almostlost.

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