Sage recovered from his shock, his gaze softening on me evenas he raised one brow.
“So,” I continued, raising my chin at him with playful arrogance that made his smile widen. “I wantallof you. Strengthsandweaknesses. Prideandshame.”
“I want that too, Summer.”
“Good—” I declared just before he captured my lips in a kiss that made my eyes instantly roll.
For a male who was almost celibate, Sage certainly knew how to kiss. He teased me with a commanding grip that alternated between my hair and my neck while his tongue conquered my mouth until I was burning up with want... Only to slow it all down, gentling his lips and his hands until my heart was aching for him in a different but equally intoxicating way. Unlike him, I had known plenty of other lovers, but not one of them had ever touched or kissed me in such an all-consuming way. Until just then, he only ever touched me with the utmost care to avoid putting pressure on me. But for the first time, Ifelthis desire and intentions in his touch and kiss.
His hands swept up the front of both my thighs so the tips of his fingers brushed the sensitive junctures of my legs before they trailed across my stomach. He was so close to the top of my pubic bone that my hips tilted for him instinctively. He repeated the motion again but traced back over the globes of my ass. His hands followed my curves all the way underneath me until he was gripping my inner thighs from behind.
I gasped into his mouth as he used the hold to pull me against him so I was forced to the tips of my toes while he kissed me even more mercilessly. Plundering my mouth and swallowing my every frantic groan. Even on my toes, I managed to shift my feet apart in an attempt to invite more of his touch, but he was already dropping me back to my feet. He retraced the path he had taken over my ass and made firm strokes up my back so I arched against him in helpless surrender.
It was as if my body had become little more than a carnal instrument, which only he seemed to know how to play soperfectly. I hadn’t even known someone could make it sing with need the way he was.
“Sage,please,” I groaned desperately when his hands swept around my ribs to cup my breasts, and his thumbs circled my pebbling nipples.
“Have patience,” he ordered as he bent to gently nip my swollen and sensitive lips.
“You know I am not a patient person, Sage,” I panted, but he merely chuckled and leaned down to begin kissing his way leisurely down my neck. He continued to circle and pinch my nipples as if he had all the time in the world to savour me. But two could play this little game.
I gave an impatient growl and reached down for his throbbing cock, but Sage anticipated me and snatched my wrist before I could grip him.
“You wantallof me?” he verified roughly with his lips against my temple, and I nodded without any hesitation. “Then you will be patient for me because I intend to have all ofyoufirst.”
Before I could object to more of his torturous foreplay, Sage scooped me up. He slung both of my legs around his waist and strode to the edge of the steaming pool.
“What are you doing?” I gasped as he set me down on the stone ledge. “Sage, we agreed to no strenuous activity until you are healed! You are going to hurt yourself!”
“Is that your only objection now?” he asked me with a smirk as his hands tightened on the tops of my thighs.
“Sage, I need you to heal—”
“AndIneed to hear how you sound when you come,” my mate growled right back at me.
My jaw dropped, and I blinked speechlessly up at him as his gaze fell to the thatch of dark red curls in my lap. My thighs trembled and my breath stalled when he licked his lips as if he were ravenous.
“Ineedto know how you taste. How it feels to be deep inside you when you come,” he breathed, his pupils fully blown as hispulse kicked in his neck.
“Sage…” I whined in weak protest as he began to trail kisses down my body.
“If your only objection is for my benefit, then just trust that denying myself of you any longer would be far more detrimental to me right now.But,” he added more soberly, “if you are not ready—”
“I am,” I broke in with a note of desperation in my voice that should have been embarrassing.
“Thank the gods,” Sage groaned with relief before he pried my knees apart and sank to his knees in the shallow water that lapped around his chest.
I braced expectantly for his tongue and fingers on me, but his lips landed on my inner thigh instead. He sucked the skin into his mouth, leaving another mark even as his eyes devoured my fully exposed centre mere inches away. My hips flexed, trying to subtly urge him to me, but when he pulled off my skin with a pop, he moved to the other side to leave a twin mark there.
I abruptly lost my patience with the torture.
“Stop teasing!” I whined as I seized him by the hair in an attempt to make him go where I needed him.
“No,” he growled, grabbing my hand to stop me from yanking on his hair. “Do not rush this. Savour it with me. You are my last firsteverything, Summer. Last first taste. Last first touch. Last first time making love to someone.”
I hesitated in astonishment and found that Ilovedthe idea of him as my last first. It really did make me want to savour every last first second of this with him.
My grip in his hair gentled, although I did not release the damp strands. I held on as he covered the insides of both of my thighs with his marks. I held on as he began using his hands on the hypersensitive skin he had marked. I thought I might actually scream before his thumbfinallyslid into the top of my slit, and he pressed on my swollen clit with the perfect amount of pressure.
