Page 67 of Dagger’s Shield

“Now, who’s staring?”

“Get used to it,” she said, and God help me, I laughed.

When she reached for my briefs, I caught her wrist. “Not yet.”

“But I want to see you.”

“Not until you’re naked.” I removed her chemise, stunned to see her knickers were gone. “Did I tell you to take those off?”

Maëlle shook her head.

“Then, why did you?”

“Because they were wet,” she said quietly enough that I could barely hear her.

“Where are they?”

She motioned to the floor, where she’d left her coat.

“Go get them.”

When I released her wrist, she walked over and fished them out of the pocket. I held my hand out, and she placed them in my palm. I brought them to my nose and inhaled. She flushed crimson.

“When I say you’re mine, that means everything. You’ll not hide from me, mon feu. Not anything. Do you understand?”

When she nodded, I leveled a gaze at her.

“Yes, Killian.”

I set the knickers on the floor, near the hearth, then cupped her face. “I’m trying to decide where to begin. I think I need a taste of you. All of you.” I nuzzled her neck and nibbled on her earlobe. “Would you like that?” Before she could answer, I moved both hands to her breasts and pinched her nipples between my fingers, increasing the pressure until she moaned. Then I leaned down and sucked her right nipple into my mouth before moving to the left. “These are so much better than I imagined.” I kept sucking and pulling with my fingers until she bent forward.

Then I got on my knees in front of her. As tall as I was, I could bury my face between her tits, so I did.

Maëlle’s hands moved from my shoulders down my back. Her fingers dug into my flesh when I resumed sucking her nipples.

I kissed my way down her body, spread her legs, and hooked one over my shoulder. “Beautiful,” I said, running one finger through her wet slit, then down to part her folds. I thrust one finger inside her, and she clenched around me. When I added a second, she gasped.

“Those are only my fingers, baby. My cock is far bigger. Do you think you can handle it?” I gazed up at her, but she was too far gone to answer. I shoved them deeper, then replaced them with my tongue.

Her fingers weaved into my hair when I swirled her clit before sucking on it hard.

“Killian, please. I need⁠—”

I thrust with two fingers and sucked harder. She whimpered.

“Come for me, mon feu.”

My words were all it took for her to drench my hand and mouth. When her legs quivered, I stood, gathered her in my arms, and carried her over to the duvet. While she lay looking up at me, I lowered my briefs and fisted my cock.

“Mon Dieu.” She gasped a second time but for an entirely different reason as she studied my size.

“You’ll take all of me, won’t you, Maëlle?”

Her brow furrowed. “You’re very large.”

“Answer my question.”

“Oui.”