Page 106 of 'Til All the Seas Run Dry

He lifted his head and looked at her across the long, ochre plane of her body.

“You promised. Five minutes.”

“I didnae promise you any such thing, lass,” he said, resting his chin on her pubic bone. “But if you dinnae want me to do this, I willnae do it.”

“I… I never said I didn’t want it.”

“Well, then,” he said, lowering his head back to nuzzle at her sex through her underwear, the tip of his nose pressing against her clit. Her grip tightened on his hair.

“I said five minutes. I won’t be able to come in five minutes.”

She felt his breath, a cool breeze against her drenched panties, and shivered. It made her think of the commercials for mint gum, with the actors’ breath turning to ice in the air. He dragged his tongue up the gusset of her underwear, from back to front, and she inhaled sharply. He did it again, exhaling that cool air against her fevered body, and she jerked. His hands came around her legs and pressed her hips into the mattress.

“You dinnae think I can finish you off in five minutes?”

“It’s nothing personal,” she panted.

“Hmmm,” he hummed, his mouth pressed close, and she felt the vibrations. “Well, shall we see what wecanaccomplish in five minutes then?”

“But—”

“I’ll make you a deal,” he said, looking up at her again. “If I can make you go off in five minutes, I get another five minutes.”

“And—and if you can’t?”

“You think about your forfeit while I work, and we can cross that bridge if we get to it.”

“But—oh my god,” she shrieked as he sucked her clit through her underwear, the damp fabric becoming as cold as if it had come out of a refrigerator. She bucked against him.

“Easy now,” he crooned. “Easy.”

It was more intense than it had been on the stairs, when he’d been behind her. Maybe she’d been so angry that she hadn’t noticed how cold his mouth felt. Or maybe she was more sensitive today. Or maybe… maybe… it was different because she had spent the last few hours in a delicious sleep, with him at her back feeling like the chilled underside of a pillow and the heavy quilt on top of her, keeping her warm.

But then she felt his fangs gently scraping against the fabric of her underwear, hooking carefully into the fabric, before he quickly jerked his chin, ripping the cotton completely. She writhed and the waistband of her ruined panties immediately rode up to her belly button.

“Hey,” she protested breathlessly, “I liked thoooose?—”

The last word became a tormented moan because there he was. Lips and tongue, cold and consuming, in a superhuman rhythm that was both gentle and firm, slow and fast in turn, his mouth moving so quickly that she couldn’t follow, the result being something very like one of her toys that had suction and vibration all in one. But cool. Like he’d sucked on an ice cube a moment before. And the worst part—or perhaps the best part—was that he didn’t need to breathe.

As a result, the sensation was endless.

His hair was clenched in her fists now, her thighs squeezing hard around his head. So hard that, were he a mortal man, she’d be worried about injuring him. But she couldn’t hurt him. Not with her body anyway. Not when his own body was such a lethal weapon, so indestructible. No. The only thing that she could hurt was his heart. And so she let herself let go, writhing and squeezing, yanking his hair to pull him closer and, perhaps, push him away at the same time, making sounds that she didn’t recognize.

And then she felt it. Like the aerial view of a controlled building implosion, the orgasm started sharp and abrupt in her core and then radiated out to her whole body until her vision went spotty and her toes curled so hard they cramped and she found herself gasping, heaving air into her lungs.

He lapped at her clit again, and the sensation was so much—too much— that she used her grip on his hair to force his head away. He chuckled, wiping his slick mouth on her inner thigh before crawling back up her body, letting his weight rest on top of her. He looked at his watch.

“Three minutes.”

Dazedly, she shook her head. “What?”

“That took three minutes.”

Her eyes were wide as she panted, her chest pressing hard against his with every rise and fall. “You ken what that means, mo ghraidh.”

She looked up into his gray eyes. Soft, like a rainy morning over the sea. She felt the cool, heavy, hardness of his cock against her body. It made her shiver. And it was so very easy to shift her hips, to cant them up so that the tip of him breached her. Just barely. Just enough to feel that contrast. Cold against hot.

And it was easier still to wrap her legs around his hips and urge him forward, to press her heels into the muscles of his ass and force him deeper.