She groaned and dragged him on top of her.
“We shouldn’t…” he breathed hotly, but his hands were all over her, roving down her sides, over her stomach, down to her hips.
Seraphina could feel his hardness press into her thigh. She shifted and tried to rub herself against it, but Rune let out a hiss, as if she’d burned him, and drew away. She clawed at his shirt and whimpered.
“I can’t see what I’m doing, and you can’t speak.”
She pulled his face toward hers. His lips found her chin.
“How I wish I could see you.”
He mouthed at her jaw. She moaned and let her head fall back, offering him her throat. He took his time kissing her neck andbreathing in her ear as he brushed her hair over her shoulders, gathered it in his fist, and held it there.
“Mhm,” she encouraged him.
“You taste divine,” he whispered. “I shouldn’t, but I can’t help myself. Can I taste every bit of you?”
She nodded enthusiastically as she threaded her fingers through his dark hair. His mouth on her neck made her squirm and rub her legs together. Molten desire gathered in her core. She felt herself drip onto the bedsheets. His mouth moved lower, at last, kissing along her clavicle. She pulled at his shirt, trying to get him to take it off, wanting to feel his skin on hers, but he took hold of her wrists and pinned her hands above her head.
“No,” he said. “ Please.”
His lips moved lower, finding the mound of her breast. The tip of his tongue brushed tentatively across her nipple. She arched her back and let out a keen. It was delicious; it wasn’t enough. He was going too slowly. She could tell he remembered her body and how she liked to be touched. His free hand cupped her other breast and kneaded it gently. She rolled her hips upward, he let go of her breast and brought his hand to her hip, pinning her to the mattress as his mouth moved to her other nipple.
He was taking his time. She loved it. She hated it. Nothing could make him move faster.
Rune kissed over her ribs. He let go of her wrists to place both hands on her breasts as he licked a trail down to her navel and back again. He sucked at the underside of her breast, kissed the expanse of her stomach as she panted, dragging as much oxygen as she could into her lungs. His tongue dipped into her navel, then brushed lower. He pressed his nose to her pelvis and inhaled.
Seraphina froze. She hadn’t expected that. She waited for him to move back up her body, return to her breasts, which she knew was what men liked about women. At Krähenstein Academy,she’d heard girls talk about furtive adventures in hidden alcoves, and while plenty had mentioned taking their lover’s cock in their mouth, none had said their man had kissed them down there. It was a dark, wet place that sometimes bled, a mystery men didn’t want to explore too closely.
“Can I smell you?”
He didn’t wait for her answer, dipped lower and inhaled again. His nose brushed her sensitive bundle of nerves, eliciting a moan from deep in her chest. He nuzzled at that spot, knowing from their first time together what it did to her. With two fingers, he parted her, and the next thing she felt was his warm, velvety tongue against her core.
Seraphina opened her mouth and stared at the ceiling. She gripped the sheets, suddenly certain she might float off the bed. Maybe the devil was in her, after all, if she was ready to take flight.
Rune licked from her entrance to her throbbing nub. He stopped over it, tongue flat, pressing lightly. Her hips jerked, creating friction that she needed like she needed air.
“I can feel your heart beating right here,” he whispered, unintentionally blowing hot air onto that spot.
“Mmm…”
“Is it all right if I…” He swallowed heavily. “If I eat you?”
She nodded, forgetting that he couldn’t see her.
He reached for her right hand and placed it atop his head.
“Guide me. Pull at my hair if I’m doing something wrong.”
Oh, he could do no wrong.
Seraphina pressed his face down, and his tongue dipped between her folds again. He lapped at her, licked her clean, then explored her entrance with just the tip, coaxing her into giving him more. Her muscles contracted, and she felt herself gush right into his mouth. He groaned low and deep, swallowed, and pushed further inside. Her eyes rolled into her head.
She opened her legs wide. He placed a hand under her bottom and lifted her up, pushed his tongue deeper into her pussy, making her flutter around him. She was close, yet something was missing. Even if she could’ve talked, she wouldn’t have known what to ask for. Her body reacted on its own, her other hand reaching down to rub the bundle of nerves that had been left ignored. The first brush of her fingers made her whimper and arch her back, then she felt Rune’s hand on hers, pushing her away, his thumb pressing just on the left side of her nub, where the sensation was most intense.
Seraphina sobbed.
He was relentless. His tongue moving in and out of her pussy, his thumb drawing circles around her clitoris, flicking and rubbing it. He paid attention to her reactions and the sounds she made, drawing her closer and closer to the edge of a cliff. Her fingers tightened in his hair. She arched her back so far off the mattress that only her head and heels still made contact with it. Rune was keeping her anchored, with his mouth and his hands… A scream tore from her throat. She was vaguely aware that it didn’t sound pretty at all, more like she was in pain and begging for death. Her body came apart, her muscles tense and her eyes scrunched shut. Warm liquid poured out of her; she didn’t know why something like that was happening. It was shameful, she should’ve held it back, but she couldn’t. She tried to draw away from Rune, but he gripped her hard, his fingers leaving marks into her flesh. He growled and drank her as if he’d been thirsty all this time and water hadn’t satisfied him.
