Page 191 of The Fifth Heir

“No.”

He lowered himself over me and kissed me.

His hand covered one breast, thumb passing slowly over my nipple until it tightened. Heat followed his touch, making every movement more intense.

I arched toward him.

He kissed my throat, being careful around the crystal torc, then he kissed his way down my body, learning every place that made my breath catch.

When his mouth closed over my breast, I arched against him. His hand slipped between my thighs.

I opened for him.

His fingers slid through the wetness already gathered there.

“Talia.”

The way he said my name sounded like another question.

“Yes.”

He stroked me slowly, learning what pressure made my hips lift. When one finger entered me, I gripped the blankets. A second followed after my body relaxed around him.

Pleasure built too quickly.

I reached for his cock.

Torren caught my wrist before I could close my hand around him.

“Not yet.”

“I want to touch you.”

“You will.”

He returned his mouth to my breast and pressed his thumb against my clit.

My body tightened.

The orgasm broke through me without warning. I covered my mouth to stop the cry, but Torren pulled my hand away.

“Don’t hide from me.”

His fingers continued moving until I had to catch his wrist.

“Enough.”

“Hurting?”

“No.”

He kissed me.

For one moment, the reality of what we were about to do settled over me.

Torren saw the hesitation and immediately stopped.

“Talia?”