We sat like that for minutes or hours, I didn’t know, tuning into the song of each other’s body, of each other’s desire. The sky rippled overhead, the magic swirling and writhing in tune with my hips as I shamelessly ground on Torin’s hard length.
“Fuck,” he rasped, pulling away from my mouth again.
“I . . . I don’t want to save our first time together for when we’retrulytogether again, body and soul. But . . .” he hesitated, and I tilted his chin so he was looking directly into my eyes. I needed to see that window into his soul.
“But?” I prompted, rolling my hips again.
Torin groaned and squeezed his eyes closed before opening them once more.
“But would you let me make you feel good?”
I tilted my head at his question, a coy smile spreading over my face.
“Only if you’ll let me return the favor,” I purred, and Torin chuckled.
“I won’t ever turn that down, Ell.”
In a swift movement that had me squealing, Torin put an arm around my back and a hand cupping my head before he rolled me to my back. His muscular body was braced above mine, his chest heaving in time with mine as we simply stared into each other’s eyes.
“Stunning,” he mused. “Like I can see the whole world—my whole world—in your eyes.”
That felt a lot like an unspoken declaration, and before I could ask him about it, he brought his lips down on my own briefly.
Torin gently kissed each of my eyelids before moving his mouth down my body, kissing and nipping at the skin of my neck and exposed cheek. He ran his hot mouth over my silk-covered torso before his head stopped at the edge of my nightgown.
“I want to taste you, Ellowyn,” Torin growled, his nose prodding at my inner thighs before his teeth gently nipped at my exposed skin.
I sat up with a yelp as Torin chuckled.
“Wait,” I said, placing a hand on his head, weaving my fingers through his hair. His hazel eyes flicked up to mine, a question in his gaze. “I want to . . . pleasure you, first,” I said on a rush, my cheeks heating instantly.
“Last time, you . . .” I trailed off, searching for the right word.
“Made you come?” Torin growled, flashing me a wide smile.
I rolled my eyes even as red cascaded down my chest and up to my ears.
“Yes, though that seems like too shallow a word.”
My confession hung in the air, and Torin chuckled against my mouth as he bent for another kiss.
“I love making you see Fate,” he said as we broke apart. “But I will never tell you no.”
That felt like another declaration.
“Then I would like to, uhm, pleasure you first,” I said, gesturing at his erection straining against the loose brown sleep pants he wore. His chest was completely bare, and I let my gaze roam unabashedly over the rippling muscles of his torso and chest.
“You want to suck my dick, Ell?” He sat back on his heels, palming his cock through his pants, eyes hooded and trained on me.
I nodded my head, never pulling my gaze from his.
“On your knees, then,” he said, gently pulling me up as he stood in front of me. I was not a short woman by any standards, but seeing him towering over me like this made me feel like I was a small mortal, prostrating at the feet of a god.
Torin pulled the waistband of his pants low, exposing a V of muscle on the inside of his hips and a trail of hair that looked both masculine and soft at the same time. I reached out and ran my finger down the strip of hair, watching as Torin’s stomach flexed with the movement.
“Oh, Ellowyn. I already know you’re going to be the death of me,” he crooned as he pulled his pants the rest of the way down so they settled at his knees. Torin wasn’t wearing underwear, and his cock immediately bobbed in the air once it was free of its confines. I caught a faint whiff of male musk and something indescribably Torin.
He was thick and long—on the larger side of what I’d seen as a Bond Specialist—and the skin of his crown was an angry shade of red, a bead of precum already weeping from the slit. Experimentally, I darted my tongue out and pressed it against the substance, surprised to find it salty and his crown silky.
