“I want you to bite me here,” she says, pushing her hair back and drawing her fingertips along the side of her neck. “While you’re touching me here.” Her other hand dips between her thighs, fingers coming away wet.
I flex my jaw, then drag my gaze away from her glistening pussy lips to meet her eyes. “I’ll do whatever you want.”
Her lips lift in the corners. “You can start by taking your clothes off.”
I do as she says. After getting to my feet, I stand before her, working through my clothes layer by layer, dropping each article into a pile until I’m naked. Her gaze rakes over me, taking in every inch of my skin, leaving trails of heat in its wake.
“Now get on your knees,” she demands.
I sink to the floor, knees settling into the rug. And from my place before her, I pause, look up at her, commit this sight to memory. Because this moment—this choice—is about to change everything.
And her wish is my command.
When she steps toward me, gripping my hair in one hand and pressing her pussy into my face, I know she commands that I feast. So I do.
I lick the wetness from each of her thighs, then drag my tongue along her slick cunt, making her draw breath. My hands lift to grip her ass, and I crush her pussy against my mouth, tongue lapping at her, then flicking her clit before I draw it into my mouth and suck. She lifts one leg, bracing her foot on the couch behind me, her nails digging into my scalp. She’s using two hands now, holding me exactly where she wants me.
I welcome the pain. It serves only to make me harder, my cock now standing rigid.
My tongue dips lower, and I plunge it inside of her, fucking her with it as I squeeze her ass in my hands. She moans.
My veins tingle with heat and what feels like the coming of a storm.
But she doesn’t yet allow the storm to make landfall. Instead, she pulls my head back and looks down at me. And from my knees, she looks like a goddess who could wreak havoc on my world, who could tear my kingdom asunder. Her breasts rise and fall with each heavy breath, and her long hair hangs around her shoulders like a violet veil.
Slowly, I rise to my feet. And as I stand before her, I reach up to take her chin in my hand, tipping her head back. I press my thumb between her pretty lips, easing it into her mouth, and she sucks it hungrily, the same way she sucked my cock that night at the inn, on her knees before me. I’ve gotten myself off to that image so many times since then that I’ve lost count.
At the same time, she reaches for me, her fingers wrapping around my shaft like they belong there—like they’ve always belonged there. She begins to stroke me, eyes narrowing as she sucks my thumb to the same rhythm.
I groan.
This witch. Three hundred years of control and restraint. Now she might as well be the heart beating in my chest, the blood coursing through my veins.
I ease my thumb from her mouth, then capture her lips with mine. She deepens our kiss, her tongue dragging along mine, not deterred by her own flavor on my lips. Her fingers work along my length, stroking me, handling me until I can’t take it anymore.
Breaking our kiss, I press my forehead to hers and whisper, “I need to be inside you.”
She smiles up at me. “Do what you want with me.”
There’s so much I want to do with her, dotoher—one night will not suffice. But it’s a start.
With ease, I lift her by the waist. She wraps her arms and legs around me, and a fluttering breath tickles my ear as I slowly,slowlyguide her slick cunt onto my cock. She’s dripping. There’s almost no resistance as I push inside her.
“Fuck,” she whispers, legs tightening around me, the air simmering with an electric charge that nips at my bare skin.
I turn around, still buried inside her, and lower myself to my knees on the couch, then ease Maeve down so the cushions cradle her. Then I pause. I look down at her, trace the lines of her face with one hand, memorize her like dates in a history book.
In return, she stares back, and I wonder if she’s doing the same thing.
I brush my thumb along her cheekbone. “I love you,” I whisper. “And I’m sorry for not saying it more often. I’m sorry for making you think I didn’t.”
Her violet eyes shimmer in the firelight. “I love you too,” she whispers back, her voice like a wisp of smoke from an extinguished candle, so soft it’s almost as if I imagined it. Her arms, still draped around my neck, tighten. “So,somuch.”
I’m not sure how I came to be here, how the goddesses deemed me worthy of the blessing that is Maeve Vandermere. But I’m determined not to fuck it up again.
Leaning over her, I bring my lips to her mouth, kissing her deeply, then trail them across her jaw, to the soft spot beneathher ear. I take her earlobe into my mouth, and she whimpers as I sink my cock deeper inside her. The bond between us pulls tight.
“Severin,” she whispers.
