Chapter 25 #4
Her breathing went ragged as his fingers slid through her folds, opening her. She was embarrassingly wet there, slippery and warm, but he didn’t seem to mind. His fingers lightly traced her entrance and then moved higher to circle the sensitive knot of flesh above.
She cried out and that seemed to please him. His pupils expanded until his eyes were nearly black in the firelight. The planes of his face were stark with restraint.
She didn’t like that he was holding himself back. She wanted all of him.
He whispered her name again and shifted his body slightly to change the angle of his hand while he teased her with that slow, excruciatingly gentle touch.
She moved against him, trying to get closer, needing more, but he held back, the bastard, drawing it out, showing her that he was in control, even of her body.
He licked at her breasts. His warm smooth lips drifted over the bruises on her throat and then he was kissing her again, deep, drugging kisses that stole her breath.
He pressed inside her with one long finger, gliding in and drawing slowly back. His rough calluses dragged along her sensitive flesh.
Her back arched off the ground and her thighs fell open.
He exhaled a soft laugh against her lips. “God, you’re so fucking tight. I wouldn’t last a minute inside of you.”
He added a second finger to the first. Her hands clutched at his shoulders. She tipped her head back and his mouth drifted along her throat while his fingers tortured her with a slow, languid thoroughness that made her feel completely exposed.
“We should find out.”
He groaned. “Not tonight. One of us needs to keep our head straight.”
She didn’t know why that needed to be true. She very much wanted to get out of her head. She suspected Casrian needed to do that too sometimes. She doubted he ever let it happen. But she’d very much like to see it.
She blinked open her eyes. “But if you could?”
“If I could, I’d kiss every freckle scattered across your skin.
I’d bury my face between those pretty thighs and learn what you taste like when you come on my tongue.
I would devote hours to finding every sensitive spot on your body until you were begging me to take you.
I’d bind you to me with pleasure after pleasure like a witch laying a trap.
And then I’d fuck you until you forgot your own name.
If I could. If we weren’t out on a hunt.
In the middle of the Black fucking Woods. ”
As he spoke, he increased the pace until she was writhing against him, her entire body drawn taut as a bow, focused on the thrust of his hand between her thighs and the images he was conjuring.
She was a mindless creature drowning in pure sensation.
His thumb swept over her throbbing flesh, and he watched her through hooded eyes, drinking in her every response.
“Would you like that?” he asked. “Is that what you want, too?”
“Yes.”
God, yes.
“You make me want to forget who I am and where we are.” His voice deepened. “You’re so fucking dangerous. I don’t know if I’m more afraid of you or that witch.”
“I’m not a witch.”
He just laughed and dipped his head again to suck her nipple into his mouth. His teeth scraped over her sensitive skin, and he bit down lightly. Her hips bucked and he withdrew to lick the spot, soothing the sting.
When he looked up again, his blue eyes pierced right to the heart of her. “Come for me, angel. I can’t take much more of this, and I want to see you come apart.”
He curled his fingers, dragging his fingertips against her inner wall as his thumb pressed down ruthlessly on that sensitive nub, rubbing in a tight circle.
And she was flying.
Her vision flashed white as her body convulsed, tightening around the fingers still inside her. She clutched blindly at his shoulders as he leaned over her, murmuring soft words of praise as he eased her down.
When it was over, he pulled his hand from her body and grabbed the edge of the blanket to cover her again. She rolled toward him, and he stiffened, but then his arm came around her, and he drew her into the shelter of his body.
She could feel his cock, still hard and straining against the fabric of his breeches. She reached for it, but he caught her hand and moved it away.
“No.”
“But…” She tried to reach for him again, but all of her muscles seemed heavy, limp. “You said…You wanted…”
He’d said a lot of things that she couldn’t bring herself to repeat right now when he was looking at her like that—all clear-headed and remote.
“Not tonight,” he said, voice rough. “Not here. Not like this. Go to sleep, angel. I’ll keep watch.”
He pressed a kiss to her forehead and tightened his arm around her back. Something inside her eased, settled. He would keep her safe, she was sure of it. And it felt good here nestled in his arms. Safer than she’d ever felt.
Even if they were in the Black Woods hunting for a witch.
His fingers drifted through her hair. He murmured something so soft she couldn’t make out the words. It sounded like a prayer. She fell into a deeper sleep than any she remembered and didn’t wake until first light.