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A salacious smile formed on Reagan’s face, and she looked at me with a heated gaze.
Oh.
“Am I your canvas now?” I asked.
My mate took several steps back, setting the palette down, and unbuttoning her pants. She kept eye contact with me as she slowly pulled them down, tossing them to the side.
Every part of me screamed to rush forward and take over, but a single word echoed in my head.Control.Let her have it. Let her lead.
She dipped both hands in the paint, coating them completely before walking toward me again, an eyebrow raised as she quickly glanced at the palette I held. Without words, I followed her actions, dipping my fingers in two shades of green as she approached.
Reagan placed her palms on my chest, the chill of the wet paint tickling my skin. Her hands glided up my shoulders, and over my neck, pulling me into a kiss.
I gripped her arms with green-coated fingers, grazing up until I cupped her face. Then I pulled her tank top over her head, covering her in more paint, smearing it over her skin.
Bouncing up off her toes, she wrapped her legs around my waist. I dropped the palette. My hands grabbed her luscious ass, fingers digging in.
Our bodies were completely covered as I laid her down on the cloth running my fingers through a bright red that streaked the canvas in wet globs. I traced along her collarbone, down her chest, then contour of her breast. Her stomach dipped in anticipation as my hands traveled lower. I loved that despite all her training, she was still soft here. I kissed one of her hip bones, then the other, letting my tongue linger at the indent in her skin. Reagan shuttered.
“What do you want, my queen?”
“You,” she breathed. Her hands guided mine to the seam of her underwear and tucked them beyond the band. I didn’t need to be told twice. As I pulled them down her legs, color smeared further. She leaned forward, her stomach contracting as she did the same. Reagan swiped her fingers through more colors then ran them over my wrists and arms. My shoulders bunched when she gripped them. Then she pushed me down, toward the heaven between her thighs.
I grinned up at her. “Eager, aren’t you?” A strangled sound escaped her. “Tell me Reagan,” I said in a quiet command. “You like control while painting. I like it here, with you. I want you to tell meexactlywhat you want.”
She practically purred as I settled in, tossing one leg over my shoulders then the other. I kissed her inner thigh. My fingers grazed at her hips.The cool paint made her jerk.
“I want you to lick me,” she whispered between whimpers.
“There, was that so hard?”
I didn’t give her a chance to answer. I spread her wide with my thumbs. My tongue swept upward from her slick opening to her clit. Reagan bucked, but I held her down. With her thighs spread and my arms hooked under them she didn’t get very far.
“Caius .. .”
“Mmm.” I hummed against her, loving the sound of my name in that breathy tone. I leaned forward to blow on her clit, making her writhe in pleasure. “If I didn’t have paint all over me, I’d make you taste yourself.” Her stomach quivered and her legs tightened around my head. “Like that, do you?”
She breathed heavily again, and I flicked my tongue over her sensitive nub. Her muscles tensed. Holding her hips, I sucked her clit between my lips.
Reagan moaned loudly, begging “please” over and over while she thrashed.
I chuckled softly against her shaking body. The tension was palpable, and I’d hardly touched her. My mate may have been with others, but something told me she was untried in many, many ways. I planned to explore everything with her.
In due time.
“Tell me you want me,” I said, then lapped at her opening. My tongue sank in deep.
“You know I do,” she said in a pained groan.
“But I want the words. Tell me, Reagan.”
I licked again, teasing her.
“I want you!” She stifled her scream, instead pressing her lips together with a strangled growl. Her body was a taut mess of coiled tension and unbridled need. I wished I could spread her out like this forever, testing her limits.
“I’m yours,” I said, wrapping my lips around her and humming against her most sensitive parts.
I lapped at her clit, alternating between sucking and stroking her with my tongue, responding to each sound she made, using her cries as a guide. Reagan’s back bowed as she begged me not to stop, and I kept going until she fell over the edge.
