Page 82 of Dance of Stars and Ashes

Zarya sucked in a sharp breath. “What about it?”

“There are other places I can kiss you.”

“What do you mean?” she asked, pretty sure she understood but wanting to hear him voice it out loud.

His mouth arched into a half-smile that did erratic things to her heart. Things that might literally kill her.

“I want to taste your pussy and fuck you with my tongue, Zarya. Is that clear enough?”

She nearly choked on her own tongue. “Is this your apology?”

He leaned down to press his mouth to her navel, his warm breath permeating the thin fabric covering her stomach.

“It is. But only part of it.”

Zarya swallowed. Hard. She’d never had someone do that to her, though she’d thought about it plenty of times.

“I don’t know if that’s appropriate,” she said, but her voice was so stretched it was painfully obvious she was barely holding it together.

“Has anyone tasted how sweet you are, Spitfire?”

She didn’t want to admit her inexperience. He was too damn sure of himself.

“Of course. Loads of times,” she lied.

“Oh, did you have many suitors locked away by the sea?”

She almost laughed at her ridiculousness. Of course, her lie was too easily disproven. They all knew her history.

“I don’t think that’s any of your business,” she said, and his eyes went black.

“I don’t like the idea of anyone else touching you,” he said.

“Well, that’s too fucking bad,” she said, lifting her chin. “I am my own woman.”

He hooked his hands behind her hips and then jerked them forward so her ass was perched on the edge of the stone.

He lifted one of her legs with his hand under her knee and ran his nose along the length of her thigh, stopping just short of her center before he dragged it in the other direction as stars burst in her vision.

With his other hand, he shoved up the hem of her nightdress, exposing her underwear. He smiled as if to himself, as those golden flecks in his eyes sparkled.

Then, he leaned down and pressed his nose to the wet fabric between her thighs. She gasped, her head falling back as she arched into him.

“Beautiful girl,” he murmured. He closed his mouth over her, his tongue pressing into the silk, building friction against her clit. But it wasn’t enough. Her hips bucked, and he let out a low, dark laugh. He hooked his fingers into the sides of her underwear and yanked them down roughly. After tossing them away, he tugged her closer, her legs spreading wide for him.

“Unless you tell me to stop, I’m going to devour this wet pussy. Do you understand?”

She whimpered and nodded right before he lowered his head. Before he could touch her, she grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked his head back up.

“This doesn’t mean I forgive you,” she said, and the light in his eyes gleamed with the sadistic pleasure of a new challenge he had every intention of winning.

“When I’m done, you’ll be the one on your knees begging for forgiveness.”

She tried to scoff, but he didn’t give her the chance as he licked her from back to front with a filthy slide of his tongue. She groaned as her hands found purchase on the rock behind her, her fingers digging into the unyielding surface.

The tip of his tongue swirled against her, causing her legs to jerk with a pitiful whimper.

“Oh gods,” she whispered as he continued licking and tasting her.