His gaze flicked downward, lingering on the golden freckles dusting the space between her breasts. His free hand traced them, a slow drag of his fingers, before he lowered his head and pressed his lips to the first one.
A deep groan escaped him.
“You’ve no idea what these do to me,” he muttered against her skin, his breath hot as his tongue flicked over one of the dots. “These tiny golden sunburst . . .” He kissed the next one, then another, his mouth worshipping her in meticulous, lingering devotion. “I think I’ll count every last one.”
His tongue swept lower, following the delicate trail of freckles, while his hand continued its worship of her breast.
Reiya shivered, her fingers curling into his hair, her body caught between yielding and demanding more.
Alarik lifted his head, meeting her gaze once more. His lips, damp from where he’d kissed her skin, curled into the faintest smirk.
“You like that?” His voice was a dark rasp, full of quiet satisfaction.
She couldn’t speak—only nod, mouth parting on a shaky exhale.
He hummed in approval, his thumb circling her nipple in a slow, lazy rhythm.
“Good,” he murmured. “Because we’re nowhere near done with you.”
Kaelen’s fingers brushed against the damp fabric between her thighs, a teasing stroke that sent a fresh wave of heat rushing through. She arched back, and he hummed approvingly, shifting so his hips rocked against her rear.
His forefinger teased around the edge of her undergarment, knuckles brushing over her core before slipping beneath the fabric. She gasped, her body tensing at his first intimate touch.
He groaned at the discovery, voice dropping into something huskier. “Gods, Reiya. Wet already.”
She let out a slow exhale, melting deeper into the pleasure. Kaelen stroked her gently at first, parting her folds with slow, teasing passes of his fingers, never quite giving her what she needed but coaxing her into an unbearable longing for more.
Her body arched slightly, pressing into his touch, and she felt his smirk against her neck. Finally, he slipped one fingertip inside her with exquisite slowness. The stretch was barely anything, just the barest intrusion, but the sensation sent heat surging through her all the same.
Alarik’s lips found her jaw, then the sensitive skin beneath her ear, before his mouth descended again.
His tongue flicked over her nipple, followed by the gentle scrape of his teeth. A whimper escaped her lips, her fingers curling into the furs beneath them. Kaelen withdrew his finger and pushed back in, deeper this time. The stretch, the sting from his entry made her gasp. But his thumb circled her sensitive bundle of nerves with devastating precision, soothing the hint of pain.
“Look at you,” Kaelen murmured, the pleasure in his voice unmistakable. “So beautiful like this.”
She’d never felt like this before—stretched between them, cherished, undone. They weren’t simply taking pleasure from her; they were discovering her, revering her.Worshippingher.
Alarik sucked her nipple, tongue swirling around the sensitive peak, and Kaelen added a second finger, stretching her gently, curling them just enough to make her whimper.
A shudder raced through her as her core tightened.
“I’m—” She gasped, fingers clutching at his wrist—not to stop him, but to hold onto something solid as she spiralled.
Kaelen’s breath was hot against her neck, fingers moving in steady, shallow strokes, thumb teasing her with featherlight circles.
“That’s it, love,” he coaxed. “Let go.”
Alarik’s lips found hers then, claiming her in a kiss that stole what little air she had left. It was tender, controlled—but beneath it, she felt the hunger, the barely restrained want.
Between them, her body coiled tighter. Her toes curled, burning hot. Pleasure built, cresting with the push and pull of Kaelen’s fingers until . . .
Her world shattered.
A harsh cry tore from her lips as she came apart in their arms, her body trembling as waves of pleasure crashed through her. Kaelen groaned, his fingers never still, working her through it, prolonging the sensation until she was sobbing, whimpering against Alarik’s mouth.
He murmured against her lips, “Beautiful.”
Kaelen pressed a lingering kiss to her shoulder, voice thick with satisfaction. “We could do this all morning, princess.” His fingers trailed lazily over her inner thigh, teasing, unhurried.
