His hands tugged gently on the sash at her waist, so the satin fell open, and the cool rush of air assaulted her bare flesh. The pads of his fingers slid beneath her robe, skimming from her thighs, to her hips, to the underside of her breasts, then back down again. He repeated the motion, this time with his roughened palms, taking his time to enjoy every inch of her. His fingers strummed along her spine, dipping low to the curve of her bottom, then glided up and around her to cup her breasts. Lazily, he stroked his thumb back and forth across her nipples, until they hardened into swollen peaks.
She arched into him, desire burning low in her belly.
Tiernan’s mouth moved to her neck, scraping his teeth, nipping, then laving his tongue over each spot to soften the sting.
Maeve melted against him, sinking her nails into his shoulders to hold herself upright. Her core throbbed, swollen and wet, desperate for his touch. Again, she jerked her hips forward, rubbing herself against the thick bulge in his pants. The friction of fabric against her clit caused her head to tip back, but her mate seemed all too happy to take his time with her.
Very well.
If he wanted to torment her, then she was perfectly capable of the same kind of torture.
Maeve ran her nails across Tiernan’s chest, scouring him, following the ripples of his muscles all the way to the waistband of his pants.
“Maeve…” he warned, but she smirked, unfastening them with ease so they dropped to the ground and the full and perfect length of his cock sprang free.
Gods, he was glorious.
His thumbs ceased their ministrations of her nipples, and she sank to her knees before him. Tiernan’s breath quickened, and when she looked up, heat pooled between her legs as he ran his teeth along his bottom lip. Oh, but she would wipe that smug expression off his face.
Maeve’s tongue darted out, swiping just the tip of his cock, and Tiernan groaned. Before he could recover, she sucked him into her mouth.
“Shit.” The word hissed out of him.
She drew him deeper, sliding her tongue along the cool studs piercing his shaft. He fisted a hand in her hair, urging her to take more of him. All of him. Gripping his hips with her nails, she set the pace, licking and teasing his thickening length, while her own desire pooled between her thighs.
“Stop.” Tiernan held her in place, and her gaze flicked up to him. “Fuck, you look so pretty with my cock in your mouth.”
Maeve arched a brow but then he stepped back, pulling out.
“But you,astora, are a queen.” He lifted her from off the floor. “And you kneel for no one.”
Gripping her waist, he spun her so she faced away from him. He nudged her towards the bed, grabbing her breast and squeezing, while his other hand worked its way around her abdomen. Then lower still. His palm glided down her skin, sinking to where she wanted him to touch her most. His fingertips gently brushed the aching bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs, working her, pressing firm enough for her to squirm in his hold. Maeve bit her lip, rocking her hips back into him. Her thighs bumped into the edge of the bed and she stumbled forward, gasping as he slid one finger down the seam of her core.
“I am your servant.” Tiernan’s breath was warm against her cheek, and she shivered. “Now, do you still want me to claim you,moh Ríenna?”
My queen.
Her heart thundered, wild with anticipation.
“Yes.” The word left her in a rush.
His hot tongue slid from the lobe of her ear, all the way to the point. “Bend over.”
Maeve did as she was told, seizing the bedding with both hands for purchase. He nudged her legs apart, spreading them so the head of his cock was poised at her entrance. She barely had time to catch her breath before he shoved deep inside of her, filling her completely.
Every stroke sent her reeling, every thrust sent her soaring. She cried out, the feel of him moving inside her, of reaching the pinnacle of desire, caused her entire body to quiver. He grabbed her hips, jerking her against him, gripping her so hard, she was sure she’d bear the marks of his fingerprints later.
He surged in and out of her, harder and faster.
A thousand sensations spiraled within her, building to the point of release.
“You are mine.” The timbre of his voice trembled through her. “And I will worship you…until the stars fall from the sky.”
Maeve’s blood hummed with the brilliance of the dawn and the ethereal glow of twilight. The witch thread twined around her soul, binding her to Tiernan.
He groaned, his cock swelling inside of her, his release imminent.
“Eternally,” she whimpered, her body spasming as the climax stole through her, sending her tumbling headfirst into a lust-filled haze.
