Page 22 of A Court of Ravens
I move forward, fisting his hair, pulling him into a kiss that’s nothing but heat and hunger and the sharp edge of teeth. His beard rasps against my skin, his groan rumbling against my lips as he pushes me back down, spreading me out beneath him, his hands gripping my thighs.
His fingers hook into the thin fabric still between us. He doesn’t rip them off—no dramatics. Just a slow pull that drags the lace down my thighs, over my calves, until he tosses them aside like he’s already forgotten they existed.
And now there’s nothing between us.
I spread my legs, revelling in the way his pupils blow wide as he takes in every inch of me. He grips my legs, pulling them farther apart so he can look at my pussy as if he’s memorising it.
“Gods be damned, love,” he mutters, voice thick. “Magnificent.”
I arch my back, reaching up to drag my nails down his chest. “Touch me like you’re already inside me.”
The moment his fingers slide lower, teasing along the slick, aching heat between my thighs, I gasp, hips jerking into his touch. He groans, head dipping to my throat, his lip ring catching on my skin as his teeth scrape against my pulse. Then he pushes one thick finger inside me. Then another.
Slow. Deliberate. Fucking torturous.
“Gods, you’re so wet for me,” he growls against my skin. “So fucking needy.”
I roll my hips into him, taking his fingers deeper. “Thendosomething about it.”
His answering laugh is wicked. “Oh, love. You have no idea what you just asked for.Aingeal nó diabhal, you’ll be screaming for me just the same.”
He moves down, lips trailing over my ribs, my stomach, lower. His hands grip my thighs, spreading me wider, and then?—
His mouth is on me.
Heat. Wet. The slow, sinful drag of his tongue against my clit, the cool press of his lip ring. Oh, how fucking good it feels.
“You taste fuckingdelicious,” he murmurs against me.
He’s lying between my thighs, his tongue lapping casually at my cunt.
I bite my lip, trying to slow the powerful orgasm building inside me. But he speeds up his pace, his tongue flicking mercilessly against my swollen clit.
I cry out, fisting the sheets, writhing beneath him as he devours me.
He doesn’t let up. Doesn’t slow down. He holds me open and keeps me pinned beneath his mouth, his growl vibrating against my slick, pulsing heat.
I grind into him, desperate for more, and his fingers sink inside me, stretching, curling, hitting just the right spot.
“Fuck, Niall?—”
His beard rubs against the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, his lips wrap around my clit, sucking hard enough to send sharp pleasure rocketing through me.
My body tightens, a slow, torturous build, heat pooling low, tension coiling tighter with every flick of his tongue. My breath shatters, a broken sound spilling from my lips as pressure peaks, threatening to consume me.
Then—release.
It tears through me, ripping a moan from my throat as my thighs clamp his head, my pussy tightening on his fingers. Pleasure crashes over me again and again. My chest arches up as my eyes squeeze closed, one hand fisting in his hair, the other gripping the sheets as I cry out his name. My thighs quake against his shoulders, his deep, satisfied growl vibrating through me, prolonging every pulsing aftershock.
I release my grip on his hair, trying to hold myself together, but I can’t. The world tilts, shifts, and suddenly, I swear I’m not even touching the sheets. I’m adrift in the haze of him, floating in the afterglow. And when I finally come back down, gasping, boneless, he licks his lips, eyes dark with hunger.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, voice rough. He rears up, a satisfied smirk curling his glistening lips. He licks his fingers clean as I watch, and I can’t take it anymore. “Now, let’s see how many times I can make you say my name.”
And then he goes back for more.
ChapterNine
NIALL O’LEARY
