The dare makes me even wetter between my thighs, my mind reeling with foreign concepts and ideas. Most of them have been put there byReaper.
“Someday soon, I’m going to lick you down there, pet,” he said to me yesterday. “I’m going to nibble this swollen little clit of yours while you come, then bring you to completion again on my tongue.”
My insides clench at the memory, my desire to feel Reaper’s mouth down there making me hot all over.
Fae, what would that be like?
Would Flame show me?
He observes me through his thick lashes, his handsome face scant inches from mine. How can I ask him to kiss me down there when our lips have not even met yet?
Maybe it’s tame, but I want to start by feeling his mouth on mine. By learning his tongue. By experiencing his brand of passion and understanding what he likes.
Not necessarily to compare him to Reaper, but just to know Flame.
To know both my fae men.
Oh, just the thought of having them both has my legs tensing all over again. Ineed. Iburn. “You have to kiss me, Flame. Please. I?—”
His mouth silences my ramblings, his lips gentle against mine.
At least… at first.
But after a few seconds, that gentleness melts into something hotter, somethingcoaxingin nature.
It’s subtle, yet I can feel him mastering me with soft, enticing strokes. Telling me what he wants with a silent sweep of his tongue. And taking command the moment I part my lips.
Fae…He’s all sensual grace.
A slow seduction.
A purposeful embrace.
A flawless kiss.
I shouldn’t be surprised. Everything about Flame is perfect, from his handsome features, to his stunning jaguar, to his gentlemanly mannerisms.
But there’s nothing gentlemanly about this kiss now.
His tongue dominates mine as hepurrs.
Oh, that rumble. It’s… it’s so hypnotic. So commanding.
“I love your purr,” I say against his mouth. “It… it makes me tingle all over.”
He grins. “It should. That’s my jaguar’s mating call. He uses it to soothe you, but also to seduce you.” He draws his nose along my cheek to my ear. “Is it working, little panther? Does it make you want to spread your legs for me?”
“My legs are already spread,” I tell him.
“Mmm, but not wide enough,” he replies, his palms skimming down my sides. “This towel is also in the way.”
“Then maybe you should remove it,” I suggest, feeling oddly bold and a whole lot needy.
“Is that another command, my panther queen?”
I quiver, liking that new endearment.Queenmakes me sound powerful, not weak. It’s a title of distinction. Although, I’m not quite sure I’ve earned it.
But if he feels I’m hispanther queen, then I’ll accept it. “Kiss me again,” I beg him, having lost whatever topic we were discussing. I wasn’t even sure why we began talking to begin with. I want more of his tongue, more of his mouth, more of hispassion.
