14
DIN
With a hand on each knee, Din pushed Fenella's legs apart, lowered his face to the inside of one knee, and nipped lightly at the soft skin.
She squirmed, but he knew she liked a little teasing, and he planned to try more with her, but not just yet. They were still too new, and she was too traumatized and skittish for anything more daring than light nipping.
After licking the tiny sting away, he kissed the spot and continued inside her leg, nipping and licking and kissing on his way to her center.
Instinctively, Fenella tried to close her thighs, but he nipped her inner thigh in warning. "Don't." He planted an open-mouthed kiss on her moist folds. "Your smell is intoxicating."
She chuckled. "Is that good or bad?"
He looked up at her, amused, and smirked with a frown. "Of course it's good. What else could it be?"
"Toxic fumes can be intoxicating, you know."
His Fenella used humor like a weapon, which meant that she was nervous for some reason. Was it the light?
They hadn't made love in the daytime before, and some women were shy about being fully seen like this, but Fenella wasn't the shy type, and as an immortal, she knew he could see perfectly even when there was no light at all.
"I assure you that for me, your scent is the elixir of the gods." He held her gaze. "Do you want me to close the shutters?"
She nodded. "If you don't mind."
"I would crawl over broken glass for you." He reached for the remote on the nightstand. "But fortunately, that won't be necessary. All I have to do is press this button."
As the shutters lowered and the room darkened, Fenella released a relieved breath.
"Better?" Din asked.
"Much. Please continue."
He chuckled. "So bossy."
She threaded her fingers in his hair. "You like that about me."
"Yes, I do." Din dipped his head and licked over one side of her wet folds, wresting a powerful jerk out of her.
His hands clamped on both sides of her inner thighs, holding her in place. "Easy, love. Relax and enjoy the ride. I promise not to do anything too scandalous to you. Not today."
The scent of her arousal intensified, indicating that she was curious about what he meant by scandalous, but she didn't ask. Instead, she eased back and surrendered to the pleasure.
Parting her folds with several tender strokes, Din flicked his tongue over her clit, and when she jerked again, he flattened it over her entire entrance.
With a groan, Fenella let her knees fall apart, giving him better access.
"That's my girl." He gave her an appreciative lick before spearing his tongue into her weeping entrance.
Caught by surprise, she arched and threaded her fingers through his hair.
"Din," she murmured.
"I got you, love." He penetrated her with one finger, then two, and as he pumped them in and out of her, Fenella's hips moved on the mattress in a dance older than time. She was close, and when she erupted, it was going to be epic.
He would've liked to prolong the build-up some more, but the truth was that he was hanging by a thread and needed to be inside of her. But first, he wanted her to climax on his tongue.
Hell, he needed that.
