“I don’t ever want you talking about a man that isn’t me.” I crush her lips again, deep and hard, wondering if the need will ever be satiated. "Gods, Eira, I could do nothing but kiss you until the end of my days,” I whisper against her mouth.
Her lips curl against mine in a smile, and then she pushes on my chest. I step back, my mouth still attached to hers. You couldn't get me to stop kissing her on the threat of death. Huskily chuckling, she shoves harder until I have no choice but to break the kiss, only to see her tug at the laces of her bodice.
My mouth instantly waters.
"But, Your Highness, if you're just kissing me, I fear youmight be missing out on so much else we could be doing," she teases as she pulls the laces through the last of the holes of her bodice, and it falls open.
She's not wearing anything underneath. Gods, could she be any more perfect?
Reaching forward, I pull the bodice from her body and drop it at her feet, her breasts bared to me. Her bravado of just a second ago seems to disappear as she lifts her hands to cover herself, watching me through hooded eyes as she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip, heat rising up her neck.
"Oh, sweetheart, absolutely not. You will never, ever cover yourself from me." I lean in, tracing a finger up her bare stomach and along the curve of her left breast. "Pull your hands away, Eirabella. Let me see you. You're so beautiful, I need to see it all."
My words embolden her, and when I step back, she drops her hands and fumbles with the laces of her skirt. Pressing against her, I help her, my tongue tracing along her bare shoulder blade, drawing a moan from her that makes me breathless.
Leaning in, I whisper into her ear, “You’re going to shatter all over my tongue, do you hear me? I’m going to worship that sweet little clit of yours until you’rebeggingme to fuck you, and then I will. With my tongue.” I drag it down her neck and she shivers. “I’m going to fuck your dripping wet pussy with my mouth until you’ve given me every last drop of that sweet nectar, the delicious wetness I know you’ve been making just for me. Because your pussy needs to be prepared for my cock, because I’m going to fuck you so hard you’re going to see the heavens when you come. And you’re going to forget that any other man has ever touched you but me.”
Once I've loosened the laces, I fall to my knees, tugging hertorn and wrinkled skirt down to the floor with me. She's bare under there as well. She's bare everywhere now.
"Lean back," I command. My hands grip her hips and don’t give her a chance to comply as I push her back against the door as I bury my face against the valley between her legs. Hands sliding down her inner thighs, I push her knees apart, spreading those delectable legs for me. Without another thought in my head, I press my mouth against her, my tongue pressing against her wetness.
The moan that fills the air makes me almost come on the spot. Grabbing her legs, I push them up over my shoulders so that my face is buried against her, and my tongue takes long, slow licks from her pussy all the way up to her clit.
“So deliciously wet for me. I can’t wait to swallow every. Single. Drop.”
"Rylan," she moans, and I never want to hear my name on anyone else’s lip ever again.
"You taste so fucking divine. Just like I knew you would. Just like I’ve been imagining you would taste," I whisper before I return my mouth to her, flicking the tip of my tongue against her sensitive spot, making her arch, pushing her back against the door and urging her hips harder against me. Grabbing handfuls of her hips, I help her rock against my tongue, quickening my assault on her clit. I need to hear her come undone from my touch. I need to know what she sounds like when she loses control, when pleasure explodes over her body from my worship of her.
Urging a finger inside her, my breath catches at how tight she feels, and my cock hardens even more at the thought that I’m about to feel that delicious tightness around me—and how I’m going to fuck her. How I’m going to make her forget anyone that ever came before me. Knowing she’s going to need me to prepare her, I press another finger into her, and she gasps.
"Oh, gods!" Her hands dig into my hair as she bucks against my hand.
My tongue presses hard against her clit, as I pump my fingers into her. Her wetness drips down my hand and I pull out, moving my tongue down to catch the moisture in my mouth. Cramming into her, her pussy tightens around my tongue and she whimpers, needing more pressure on her sweet aching clit. Driving my fingers back inside her, she cries out as my tongue flicks over her clit again.
“Rylan… fuck…. please…” she gently begs, her hands in my hair as she grinds against my face. Gods, she is so indescribably sexy. Every motion, every sound.
"Come for me, Eira,” I murmur against her. “Show me how good I make you feel. I need to hear you completely break apart.” My tongue swirls around her clit, drawing a desperate, begging gasp from her lips. “Come for me, so I can lay you down and fuck you so hard you’re going to forget anyone else ever touched you. And all you’ll feel is me, my hands, my mouth, my cock on you. I can’t wait to show you just how much I've wanted you for so long."
Holding her wide open, I wrap my lips around her clit, and she immediately comes apart.
“Holy gods!” She calls my name over and over, tremors wracking her body, and her legs lock around my neck as she arches, writhing from my mouth wrapped around her, my fingers deep inside her.
“More. Give it all to me. I could die with my tongue on you, with your sweet cum dripping down my face, down my throat.”
My cock pulses…drips, aching to join her.
When she finally stills, I gently lower her legs to the ground and stand, dropping my lips to hers, needing to feel that mouth against me. Lifting her off the ground, I wrap her trembling legs around my hips as I walk us to thecouch.
Without releasing her mouth, I lay her down on the couch, kissing her deeply.
Her bare skin, covered in a delicious sheen of sweat, glows in the soft, flickering light of the fire, every inch of her a temptation that drives me wild. My heart pounds as I hover over her, her dark hair fanning out against the cushions, her body laid out before me like a gift I’ve been aching to unwrap for so long.
I pause for a moment, just looking at her, taking in every curve, every line of her body. She's perfect—more than perfect. And in this moment, she's mine.
"Gods, Eira," I whisper, my voice low and rough, "you’re everything I could ever want. So fucking beautiful. Every part of you."
Her lips part, her breath quickening as she meets my gaze. There’s something in her eyes, something both vulnerable and fierce, and it takes everything in me not to lose control right then and there.
