Page 153 of Flames and Blood

“And I’ll say it about every inch of you.” I lean forward to where her swollen clit is protruding from her folds and flick my tongue over it.

“Oh!” It’s a sharp little sound that she repeats when I do it again, then deepens into something lower when I slide a finger into her and pump it in time with my flicking tongue.

“Gideon! Oh…fuck!” she chokes out when I add a second finger and curl it. I push her thighs wider apart and bury my face between her legs, sucking her clit entirely into my mouth. Her stomach muscles jerk, and she rakes her nails down my shoulder, knees sagging.

I get one arm around the back of her thighs and hold her upright as I keep working her. Her head goes back and her hair swings behind her. She rides my hand and doesn’t apologize for a second of it, and I keep my arm locked around her legs so she can.

“Fuck! Oh… Oh…fuck!” she gasps as I push a third finger in, and I feel her channel spasming around the tight stretch as the wave hits her. It’s the first time that anyone has ever come apart standing up in my hands. Her pussy pulses around my fingers, hot and tight, juices dripping down my hand, her thighs shaking as she grinds down.

She’s still going when her knees fold completely.

I catch her. She lands on my lap with a knee on either side of my hips and her arms around my neck, and neither of us moves for a second while she gets her breathing back.

“That was new,” she says.

“It was.”

“Do it again sometime.”

“I intend to,” I say, licking my fingers. Her cheeks go the prettiest shade of pink when I trace her mouth with my fingertip.

She reaches down between us and takes my cock in her hand, and there’s nothing careful about her now. She lifts up onto her knees and lines me up and comes down, slow, watching my face all the way, until she’s got every inch of me and we’re chest to chest with her arms locked around my neck. Her pussy grips me all the way down, wet heat sliding over every ridge until I’m buried to the hilt.

Our faces are level, and there isn’t a single inch of daylight between us anywhere.

“Don’t move,” she says. “Not yet.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“I know.” Her forehead is against mine. “That’s the whole thing, isn’t it? You’re not going anywhere.”

Then she starts to move, and she does it slowly, because we have time. There’s no rhythm to chase and no hurry to get anywhere. She rolls her hips and takes the length of me and then lifts off it, her pussy dragging along my cock with each rise and fall. I get one hand splayed up her spine and the other under her to help, and her mouth stays a half inch from mine the entire time so I can feel every breath.

Her heat starts coming up out of her chest. It’s the same heat she carries before a shift, and it goes down through all of her and out into me until I can feel it in my own hands.

“You’re burning.”

“I know.”

“Don’t stop.”

“Not a chance.”

Then she slows and puts her mouth beside my ear.

“Gideon.”

“Yeah, princess.”

“I’m going to bite you.” Plain. No question dressed up as a statement. “I need you to say yes to it.”

“Yes.”

She doesn’t hesitate after that.

Her teeth go into my throat, and there’s a second where I brace, because I know what a bite is and I expect the worst of it.

This isn’t that.