“I will, my love. I’ll fill you deeply until every inch of me is inside you and fuck you until we can barely walk. But I like to take my time.” His hand pulled back, then two fingers impaled me. “Fuck, you’re so wet.”
“Rykr, please.” Desperately, my hand glided against his length, hoping to tempt him into needing me as much as I needed him right now.
Maybe it was my body recognizing that part of my soul I’d given him, but this wasn’t like anything else I’d ever experienced. My need for him tempted to tip over into something feral and uncontrollable.
I squeezed his cock.
“Fuck me, yes. Do that.” He wet his lips, then slipped his other hand down, his fingertips finding my clit again. Slow circles gradually became faster, jolting me, my hips arching into his hands.
I could barely think straight, let alone concentrate on pumping his shaft the way he deserved, and I released a moan, my body trembling, pushing harder against him as he thrust with his fingers.
My head spun with molten desire. “So good …”
Then Rykr knelt on the bed by my feet. His eyes were heated with desire as he pushed my knees apart, baring me completely to his view.
The way he looked at me.
Please. “I want your mouth on me if you won’t give me your cock.”
He smiled, then slid his hands up my calves, slowly, savoring every second. As his hands slipped onto the backs of my thighs, my body twitched with need. I was dripping wet all over the bed and he could see how slick I was, practically trembling for him.
He draped my legs over his shoulders, then trailed a slow kiss up the inside of my thigh, taunting me as he came tantalizingly close to my entrance. I sucked in a breath, waiting—dammit, Rykr—and he chuckled, then dragged those lips down the inside of my other thigh.
“You’re a tease, Lirien,” I growled impatiently, resting my hands back against the rough surface of the wooden headboard. Goosebumps had risen on my legs from the feeling of his lips, and I shuddered with delight.
“When you get to taste perfection for the first time, you don’t swallow it down without appreciating it, my impatient little wife.”
The words caused another moan, then his mouth dropped between my legs.
A soft, inelegant, “Ohhhhhh …” left my lips.
His lips nuzzled my clit, a soft rub, then a flick of his tongue against it, sending my hands into his hair, dragging him closer. An enticing circle of his tongue made me ache.
Wife.
Was I his wife?
Did Rykr see me that way, or did he just enjoy teasing me?
This felt too sinfully delicious to be lawful.
And the rather inconvenient fact remained that, while I’d pledged him the protection of my body, given him a piece of my soul, and promised him my life—he’d pledged nothing to me in return.
But right now, I would trade every promise just to have Rykr fuck me with his mouth and make me come against his lips.
I barely felt as though I’d survive the feeling of Rykr’s mouth against me, his tongue pushing inside me, his slow, generous kisses against my clit.
Giving me everything I needed. Taking nothing in return but the pleasure it gave him to be an unbelievably unselfish lover.
Wanton, demanding lust poured through me as my hips arched against his mouth, the strokes of his tongue against me bringing me closer to the edge. His fingers slipped inside me once again, thrusting as I panted. “Gods, Rykr, yes. More.”
“I want you to come for me. Take what you need. Fuck, you’re delicious.”
My thighs clamped against him tightly, my entire body tensing like a coil, desperate for release. Then sweet relief cascaded down on me, every inch of me feeling warmth radiating like fire through my veins.
With shattered breaths, I moaned loudly and he held on, drawing every last second of my climax out of me, until I steadied myself against the bed, lying back in a crumpled heap.
As his hands stilled, I pressed my cheek against the pillow, a smile at my lips.
