“Another time. Today is all foryou, Ana.”
He settles between my legs, his hands skimming my skirts again, pushing them up as he lowers his head. I shove myself up on my elbows, confused.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
He raises an eyebrow. “Haven’t you ever had a man taste you before?”
My body tingles when I understand what he means. No, Kit never didthat.
I give a little shake of my head, and his expression softens.
“Trust me,” he says.
He slides his thumbs beneath the band of my underwear, and my breath hitches, his eyes meeting mine as he pulls them down my legs, discarding them.
“Relax,” he orders, but that’s impossible when every one of my nerves dances with anticipation. His large hands encircle my thighs, spreading them. I feel nervous, exposed. But then his head dips between my legs, and I slam a hand over my mouth to muffle my immediate gasp at the flood of arousal that courses through me. If I wasn’t already sprawled on the hay, my knees would have given way from the intensity.
His grip tightens, his fingers digging into my thighs. He traces the lines of me with the tip of his tongue, exploring the sensitive skin around my entrance. I need to get closer—need more—but when I try to push against the warm heat of his mouth, his fingers tighten to the point I know I’ll have bruises. I welcome them.
The ache inside me is intensifying with every second, building to a crescendo.
I never knew it could feel likethis—like every inch of my body is consumed with sensation, driving all other thoughts from me. His exploration intensifies, until he’s feasting on me, sucking and licking. My body trembles beneath him, and I worry that I’ll combust before I come.
Then he slides his tongueinsideme.
I give up trying to stay still and buck against him, dropping my hand from my mouth and releasing a mewling noise I’ve never heard myself make before.
“Ohgods,” I moan.
He chuckles against me, the unexpected waft of hot breath and the gentle vibration nearly sending me over the edge.
“Forget the gods, Ana, they’ve never done this for you—made you feel this way.” He jerks me closer, offering another searing lick across my burning flesh. “If you’re going to scream, scream tome.”
Then he bites me. Not hard enough to break skin but the sudden sharp pain has me bowing my back as the intensity threatens to burn us both to ash.
My fingers tangle in his hair, latching on out of the desperate need for something to grip as he overwhelms me with waves of pleasure, his tongue lapping at my clit—worshipping it. His fingers slide into me. Two…no, three…making me feel so full that it teeters on the edge of too much. My body lights up as if I’m a lantern. Brighter than flames.
“Breathe, Ana,” he tells me and I gasp out a breath, surprised as my arousal continues to spiral up and up. He’s pumping his hand, faster and faster as my body trembles beneath him.
“Leon.” I groan, because in this moment, I want this man to know exactly how good he’s making me feel. He hums with pleasure as I moan his name, the vibrations rumbling through me, coupled with his fingers, send me tumbling into oblivion.
I cry out as my orgasm rocks through me, stars bursting behind my eyelids while my body trembles against the hay. He continues to stroke me from the inside out, guiding me through it, until the crescendo wanes. When my muscles relax and my limbs still, he pulls back at last, pressing a kiss to the inside of my thigh before sitting up fully.
Our eyes meet, and I don’t know what to say, don’twantto say anything. A deep satisfaction settles in my stomach, and I don’t feel the need to question or analyze it right now.
“You can sleep here if you like,” he murmurs to me, and I nod, sinking down into the soft embrace of the hay. “I’ll come wake you in the morning.”
I’m not so drowsy that I don’t notice the hand he touches to my face, brushing back a piece of my hair before he rises.
* * *
LEON
Ana’s expression relaxes as sleep comes to her, all the stress lines melting away. She looks so tranquil, and I’m oddly pleased I had something to do with bringing her that peace. It wasn’t enough that she found her magic. She was still in danger of getting so caught up in her head that she lost it again. I had to show her there was another way, and now she looks more content than she has since we began this journey together.
What a selfless saint you are, Fairon’s voice mocks in my head.
Fine, I’m willing to admit I enjoyed myself plenty, seeing exactly how many of those delicious noises I could pull from her with nothing but my mouth and hand.
