Chapter 62
AURORA
My heart pounds as his eyes search mine. Unable to form words, I nod, my cheeks heating as anticipation coils tightly within.
Thalric lowers his head, pressing slow, reverent kisses to the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. My entire body trembles beneath his gentle touch, my fingers curling into the soft furs beneath us.
His eyes roll up as he drags his tongue through my slick folds, making a low noise in the back of his throat as if I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted. When he reaches the small bundle of nerves at the top, I gasp as a jolt of pure pleasure ripples through me.
My fingers thread helplessly in his dark silken hair as he concentrates his tongue over the sensitive pearl of flesh that drives me mad with desire.
Pleasure builds swiftly within me, my muscles tightening with every caress of his tongue.
He loops his arms up under my thighs, anchoring me in place and holding me open as I writhe beneath his attentions.
I’m breathless and panting, everything inside me wound tight as pleasure coils within until it crests in a giant wave, and I arch against Thalric, crying out his name as overwhelming sensation washes through me, deep, intense, and utterly consuming.
I’m not fully recovered from my climax as Thalric moves up my body, his gaze full of hunger, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
I reach up, trailing my fingers along his broad, powerful chest, marveling at his handsome form. His muscles ripple beneath my touch, taut and beautifully defined.
“You’re beautiful,” I whisper as my hands explore the solid planes of his body. Moonlight and shadow carve the sharp lines of his features, the thick cords of muscle along his arms, and the ridged expanse of his abdomen.
He is breathtaking.
My gaze lowers, taking in the sight of him fully bared before me. His stav is thick and heavy, ridged and glistening with his arousal, his knot swollen at the base.
He groans as I trace my fingers over his length, his golden eyes darkening as he clenches his jaw.
A low rumbling sound escapes him as I brush my thumb over the warm liquid beading at the tip of his stav.
He grips my wrist and pulls my hand away, halting my exploration. “Aurora,” he says, voice rough with restraint. “If you keep touching me like that, I’ll be unable to hold back. And I want to be deep inside you when I find my release this night.”