My head spins.
“I want you bare and breathless, Max. And I won’t stop until I get what I want. Will you let me play with your beautiful body, little fox?”
“Yes.”
He unhooks my bra in one fluid motion and peels the fabric off me like I’m a present he couldn’t wait to unwrap, and I shudder all over.
Cold air hits my breasts, and my chest heaves, my fingers digging into the grooves and lines of his shoulders. His arms are sobig, his muscles so defined and bold, it’s hard to believe he couldn’t lift anything for decades. Death somehow preserved him beyond the impossible, and I can’t see him, but I let my other senses guide me.
His skin tastes of salt, burnt cotton, and fallen leaves. Absolutely glorious. I kiss a fiery path down his pecs and abdominal wall, enjoying the rise and fall of his ragged breaths.
Then he finds the end of my braid and works it loose, unraveling it strand by strand until my red curls spill freely around my face.
“You’re a goddess, Max,” he murmurs.
Fae can’t lie, but it’s a gross exaggeration. Still, Ifeellike his goddess as he combs through my hair, maps the frecklesscattered over my chest, and explores the hollow above my collarbone.
The touch of his hands is akin to warm honey being smeared across my skin, leaving behind nothing but the sweet sting of sunlight. He cups my breasts in turn, guiding them to his mouth, licking, sucking, anddefilingthem.
My lids flutter. “Oh, fuck.”
I shudder, the sensation overwhelming.
“Such beauty requires proper worship.” He squeezes them together, then apart, then together again until I’m panting.
The peaks harden past the point of pain as he tortures me with his mouth, the rough pads of his thumbs apparently made to bring a woman to her knees.
I wrap my arms around him and grab a fist of his hair to anchor myself, my heart pounding between my legs. He walks me backward towards the bed, our half-parted mouths meeting again, melding, battling each other in search of a longer and deeper kiss. I fall onto the mattress with a startled laugh that dies in my throat as he follows, bracing himself over me.
His tongue dips inside my belly button, his hands curling around the back of my underwear and pants before he peels them off. My mouth parts on a silent sigh as he works the stretchy fabric past the bend in my knees and around my calves, and throws the clothes on the ground.
A rumble of approval simmers at the back of his throat as I lie bare beneath him, my knees pointing at the ceiling and his strong hands rooting my hips to the mattress.
“Oh, you’re fucking perfect.” He rubs my thighs up and down. “Now spread your legs.”
He doesn’t wait for me to obey and parts my knees in a single motion that reeks of passion and impatience, and the heartbeat between my legs radiates outward. The hollow space inside me clenches,achingto be filled.
I feel crudely exposed but intoxicatingly warm, as though the sun itself is shining on the most intimate parts of me.
A dark,filthysun.
My breaths are quick and heavy as E kisses my inner thigh, up, up, up until he reaches my maddeningly needy, pulsating core. He blows cold air over it and chuckles as I cry out, his playfulness and cruelty on full display.
“You’re mine, Max. And now you’re going to come so hard on my tongue and make such a mess for me because that’s what I want. Because nothing else in this world will sate my thirst. I’m going to drink your sweet pussy in until you see stars,” he promises on a hushed breath. “Do you get what I’m saying?”
I nod, but he bites my inner thigh hard enough to leave a mark. “I want to hear the words, Max.”
“I’m yours.”
“And?”
“And you’re thirsty for me, so I’m going to give you what you want and come harder on your tongue than I’ve ever come before.”
He smiles wickedly against my flesh. “Good, little fox. You get me. Now, close your eyes.”
He reaches up and runs soft fingers over my closed lids, then grips my breast possessively on his way down, his other arm curling around my thigh to keep it open.
Anticipation thickens my blood, the pulse between my legs taking on a life of its own.
