She started to feel embarrassed, but then she noticed the pure satisfaction in Natalya’s gaze. She was enjoying this. Knowing that quenched any embarrassment Evie may have been feeling.
Shelongedto touch her. She’d wanted to for weeks, the urge only getting stronger after their first time together. It wasn’t a possessive need as much as a passionate one. She could think of only few things she wanted more than bring Natalya pleasure.
“Can I start? Please?”
“You’re learning what I like, being polite like that.”
Natalya’s eyes let out a low, shimmering glow. She ran a hand through Evie’s hair, over her cheek, stopping when she reached her chin. Kneeling on the pillow, gazing up at her gorgeous form like this, Evie was in awe of her. Without meaning to, she let out a quiet sigh.
Natalya grinned. “You may start.”
As she leaned away, Evie was suddenly overwhelmed by where to begin. There was so much she wanted to do. She wanted to hold Natalya. Touch her all over, kiss her everywhere. On herstomach and thighs. On her chest, her marks, and between her legs. She wanted to taste her. She wanted to bring her pleasure, just like Natalya had done for her.
The trepidation she felt at being the first to do this to Natalya in so long was washed away with the knowledge that she would stop Evie if she did something she didn’t like. If she messed up, Natalya would take over. But for now, she was letting her do what she wanted.
Natalya said it was a reward. Evie would enjoy it.
Evie rose up on her knees, moving her hands to Natalya’s back and pushing her forward as Evie kissed her chest. Her lips touching Natalya’s skin left them tingling, and she sighed at the feeling. It brought a rush of familiar warmth that calmed her racing heart.
Dotting kisses over her chest, Evie moved her hands up to cup Natalya’s breasts. They were full and soft, and her nipples peaked as Evie continued to kiss her. Natalya drew in a sharp breath when Evie put a nipple into her mouth.
Her skin was warmer than normal.Hot. And mixed with her usual scent of lavender was a faint aroma of smoke that hadn’t been there before. It was an intoxicating scent. Evie wanted to live in it.
“You know what you’re doing.” Natalya’s voice was the same as always. In control and assertive. But there was a strained unevenness in it that wasn’t usually there.
Whatever calm Evie felt evaporated at that noise. It was so faint. Barely a tremble. But she’d heard it, and Evie had caused it.
With how expertly Natalya could turn her on, the knowledge that Evie could do something to her even vaguely similar made her feel high.
She kept her mouth on Natalya’s nipple, flicking it with her tongue, sucking on it. Occasionally nipping it with her teeth.Her hands eased down along Natalya’s waist, over her marks, to settle on her thighs. Natalya spread them, beckoning her closer without saying a word.
Keeping her face by Natalya’s chest, Evie moved her hand between her legs. She moved slowly and carefully. Easing near so she could be easily stopped if needed. When Natalya said nothing, Evie parted and brushed over her. Her fingers came away slick.
Natalya wanted it. She wanted Evie. And by everything holy and not, Evie wanted her too.
When Evie had asked to touch her like this, Natalya’s first thought was to deny her. She vividly remembered the kiss in the office, an act spawned by Evie believing she owed her. After their first time, she’d done the same thing. Asked in that small voice, tired and trembling, what she should do to Natalya.
Even just before, Natalya had assumed Evie wanted to please her because she felt obligated, but that wasn’t so. Like everything else about this marvelous woman, her request was genuine. And so different from what Natalya was used to.
She had always enjoyed having humans around her, at least somewhat. There was a practicality to it. With a touch, a word, or a simple look, she could summon desire in them that satiated her needs. Other than sexual submission, politeness, and respect, she didn’t want anything else from them. She couldn’t. When your touch was so lethally delightful that a human would beg for it, even as they perished, you had to learn how to tell the difference between a need and a want.
Evie hadneverdemanded anything like that from Natalya. Not her body. Not her touch. She’d asked for it, desired it, andwhen she feared she’d crossed a line, she’d pulled back so fast it was almost funny to watch. All Evie wanted from Natalya was safety. And trust.
Natalya had given her more of that than she’d ever given anyone. More than she’d given Aleksander or even Olena. And sweet Sins, Evie was rewarding that trust in a way that was testing Natalya’s self-control.
Evie’s mouth was still on her breast, sucking and flicking her nipple. One hand stroked from her thigh up her waist, the other pressing between her legs. Not trying to pleasure her. Just holding it there.
It took a moment to realize she was doing the same thing Natalya had done when they’d first been together. Going slow. Being careful. Not rushing in any way. The realization created a surge of appreciation so sudden she didn’t know what to do with it.
No one had ever been careful with her before. She was used to demanding touches. Claiming and possessive. It was what her being invoked in others, even in her summoners. They couldn’t help it.
She wasn’t used tothis. This was unknown in every way. It made her want to step back while at the same time making her want to leap forward.
“You can touch me more than that, darling.”
The statement made Evie look up at her, and the sight was magnificent. Evie pressed against her body, green eyes seeking hers. So eager. So eager to please her.
Natalya ran a hand through Evie’s hair, bunching it up by the roots. She did it slowly, letting the realization that she had control of Evie’s head dawn on her before pulling her back.
